Luyện nghe bài hát Arrested

Calls him daddy, him man
Another that they call Britney
Johnny sits and mans the
From the corner, he'll get you

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

A man with an estate
A hairdresser that swears he's
Her alimony is once a
She beats the kid, he plays the
And oh, oh, oh, life by

your Mardi Gras high
And tenderloin low
Second hand blues and to blow
When you get tired and
There's something you know
At least he's going

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

your Mardi Gras high
And tenderloin low
Second hand blues and money to
When you get tired and
There's you can go
the blue and gold

He's gonna get a
Eleven go to
The world's oldest
Ain't gonna fold
With being told

your Mardi Gras high
And your low
hand blues and money to blow
When you get and arrested
There's something you know
always in my soul