Luyện nghe bài hát Arrested

Calls him daddy, him man
Another girl that call Britney
sits and mans the phones
From the corner, come get you

She wakes in the cold dawn
games they make me yawn
Cellophane and stomach
Pillow talk and perfume

A married man an estate
A that swears he's straight
Her alimony is once a
She the kid, he plays the drums
And oh, oh, oh, goes by

your Mardi Gras high
And tenderloin low
Second hand blues and to blow
When you get and arrested
There's you should know
At he's going home

The undercover the bust
But not he gets a touch
Good ones copy, great steal
The rest of us we almost
And oh, oh, oh, goes by

With your Mardi high
And your low
Second blues and money to blow
you get tired and arrested
There's you can go
Between the blue and

He's get a pension
years go to
The oldest profession
Ain't never fold
With being told

your Mardi Gras high
And tenderloin low
Second hand and money to blow
you get tired and arrested
There's something you should
You're in my soul