Luyện nghe bài hát Chemo Limo

I had a
Crispy crispy Benjamin Franklin over
Baby, sat all four of my

Then in my dream, I the doctor off
He said, If you don't to do it
Then you have to do it
He said, The truth is, you'll be okay,

in my dream
Crispy crispy Franklin and the doctor
and had a talk with my boss

Something about insurance
They kept the door closed at all
I hear or see

When they came out they
You'll be okay,
And I smiled 'cause I'd it all along

No you, no thank you, no thank you, no thank you
I have to pay for this shit
I couldn't afford chemo like I couldn't afford a
And on any given day, I'd rather ride a

No you, no thank you, no thank you, no thank you
I ain't about to to die like
I couldn't afford chemo like I afford a limo
And this shit is making me tired

making me tired
It's making me
You I plan to retire some day
And I'm go out in style
Go out in

This shit making me tired
It's making me
It's making me
gonna go out in style
Go out in

I woke up
My kids being quiet
I knew it was a right away
I called the limousine

Then I got
I dressed the kids as
The limousine in
And we in

The doctor he asked which way we were
I said, Sir, let's just go west and he listened
Sophie only to listen to radio BBC
sat on my knees and whispered to me
All the meanies

was being such a big girl
With her cup of tea out of the window
And Barbara, she just like my mom
Oh my God,
She looks so much my mom

No thank you, no thank you, no thank you, no you
I don't have to pay for shit
I couldn't afford chemo like I afford a limo
And on any given day, I'd ride a limousine

No thank you, no you, no thank you, no thank you
I ain't about to die this
I couldn't afford chemo like I couldn't a limo
And besides this is making me tired

It's me tired
It's me die
You know, I plan to some day
And I'm-a go out in style
Go out in

shit, it's making me tired
It's making me
It's me tired
I'ma go out in style
Go out in

I had a
crispy Benjamin Franklin came over and
Baby, sat all of my kids

I had a
crispy Benjamin Franklin came over and
Baby, sat all of my kids

Sophie only want to tune us radio BBC
Michael sat on my knees and to me
All the meanie

was being such a big girl
With her cup of tea looking out of the
And Barbara, she looks just my mom
Oh my God, Barbara, she looks so like my mom

Oh my God,
She looks so much just my mom