Luyện nghe bài hát Bollywood

I was trippin' lookin' at my
Wonderin' how I was gonna enough dough, you know
Called up a friend who wrote for Tree Hill' and 'Jericho'
He had a job for me and check it, with a four-letter
(Get it on, get it on)

Hey, I got a for you
How you let me keep my profits as a scorer?
Record sales are shrinkin', I'm gettin'
I got a kid to feed, how 'bout you cut a deal me?

Ha, hey, look, Liz, we see you as a
We've been with you since day one and that's an

And after a series of calls to the great publishing houses
O Ursa Minor, I reached my who pulled out the
(Contract)
From the Cabinet
(On microfiche)
In the form of tablets made of

(Then he said)
"Let me see, it's in my folder
Oh, shit, you're years older
hot but gettin' a lot colder
And you cut a what with me?"

"Lemme tell you how it's here in the Hollywood
Maybe you was thinkin' you was in the
If I wanna the rule, you know I probably could"
(C-B-S has R-E-S-P-E-C-T)
(C-B-S has R-E-S-P-E-C-T)

"Liz, I'd to help you out
But we have we call Standards & Practices"

"In legal terms, we're referring to this as a recoupable
In an artist's compositions on vinyl, plastic,
And all transmittable airwaves for a
Of no than six or nine years, in all territories of the Earth
The solar and the known universe"

And I
"Listen here, my dear little
Don't you me no phoney-baloney
This is not 'My First Pony'
Don't you know you're fuckin' me?"

"Oh, a bad day for the pool boy
Come to clean and you, boy
Face down and feet blue, boy
Now your eyes are closed, you finally have the to see"

It's all
all mine
It's all
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