Luyện nghe bài hát Chemo Limo

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

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

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

Something about insurance
They kept the closed at all times
I couldn't or see

When they came out said
be okay, anyway
And I smiled I'd known it all along

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

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

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

This it's making me tired
It's me tired
making me tired
I'ma gonna go out in
Go out in

I woke up
My kids were quiet
I it was a dream right away
I called the limousine

I got dressed
I dressed the as well
The pulled in
And we in

The doctor he which way we were headed
I said, Sir, just go west and he listened obediently
Sophie only wants to to radio BBC
Michael sat on my knees and to me
All the meanies

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

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 a limo
And on any given day, I'd rather ride a

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

It's making me
making me die
You know, I plan to some day
And gonna go out in style
Go out in

This shit, it's making me
It's making me
It's making me
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 want to tune us into radio BBC
Michael sat on my and whispered to me
All the meanie

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

Oh my God,
She looks so much just my mom