Luyện nghe bài hát Southern Can Is Mine

Now looka here mama let me tell you
If you to get crooked I'm gonna give you my fist
You read from Revelations back to Genesee
But if you get crooked, your southern can to me
no need you bringin no jive to me
Cause your can is mine
Might go have me arrested and have me put in jail
Some hotshot got money come and throw my
as I get out, hit the ground
Your southern can two dollar, half a pound
Ain't no need of bringing no to me
cause southern can is mine
You might take it from the south you carry it up north
but understand you can't or either be my boss
Take it the east, hide it in the west
When I get it mama, your can see no rest.
Ain't no need of bringing no to me
cause southern can is mine
(in the morning)
southern can belongs to me
(i'm not dreamin)
your can belongs to me.
Ah ashes to mama, and sin to sin,
every time I hit you think I've got a dozen hands.
Give you a punch through that barb-wire
Every time I hit you you'll say I've got no
no need of bringing no stuff to me
cause southern can is mine
(every bit of it)
can belongs to me
Get me a out of my backyard
give you the if you get kinda hard
no need of bringing no jive here honey
cause your can is mine
(you me cryin)
southern can to me
Spank it a bit, boy.

(guitar run)

Ah, your can is mine.
Now if I catch ya down in the heart of town
take me a bran-new and tear your can on down.
Ain't no need you bringin no to me,
your southern can belongs to me
(I'm to ya)
southern can belongs to me.
You may be deathbed sick and and graveyard bound
make your can moan like a hound
Ain't no need you no stuff to me
because your can is mine
(you me talkin)
southern can to me.

(Guitar run)

Oh spank it that.
The way Mae likes it.

Cause southern can is mine.
Sit there with your eyes all red
what I get your grandma dead.
Ain't no of bringing no jive to me
cause your can is mine
You got to stop your barkin and the deuce
I'll grab you mama and every way but loose
Ain't no need of bringing no here honey
cause southern can belongs to me
(every bit of it)
can belongs to me.

(Guitar run.)

Aww, whup it boy, that's the way the like that thing.

Ain't no need of bringing no jive here
cause your southern can is
(you me talkin)
your southern can to me.
Might twiddle like a
let it jump like a
Every time I hit it holler
God oh God
Ain't no of bringing no jive here honey
cause your southern can is
(you me talkin)
southern can to me.
Now play it a little bit, just it.
Aww shucks. Play thing boy.
can belo-ongs to me.