Luyện nghe bài hát Drumshanbo Hustle (another version)

Lord, have mercy, so good
I think I'm gonna

I was talking to the judge, just before we left the
Piece of paper in his hand, tryin' to the way
to rip it out, well, now I've got it all around
Tore the pages up before brought the curtain down

I remember the day, the Drumshanbo
When you couldn't hear a
It was making not a

They were trying to in
An easy way to the money in
You puking up your guts
When you at the standard contract, you just signed

Prostitution on the run, 'cepting it was soliciting
to drain 'em all dry, got hung up by the rope
Magazines and books, undefinable
Wiped the clean slate and pulled the rug from underneath her

I remember the day, the Hustle
you couldn't hear no birds
'Cos they making not a sound

They were to muscle in
The and the publishing
You puking up your guts
you read the candid contract you just signed, alright

New York hooker by the
Reads your Tarot cards and
Hey, I want to get your stars but don't know sign

It was taking to get the message through to it
But will a hand down you one?
And a letter "T" to rhyme, no sign [Incomprehensible]

I remember the day, the Hustle
Couldn't hear a bird, Lord, you couldn't hear no
were trying to muscle in
On the gigs and the recording and the

You were puking up guts
you read the standard contract you just signed
You were puking up guts
When you read the standard contract you signed

Oh, you were puking up your
you read the standard contract you just signed