Luyện nghe bài hát Arrested

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

She wakes in the cold dawn
Football games they me yawn
Cellophane and aches
Pillow talk and perfume

A married man an estate
A hairdresser swears he's straight
Her alimony is a month
She beats the kid, he plays the
And oh, oh, oh, goes by

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

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

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

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

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