Luyện nghe bài hát Chemo Limo

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

Then in my dream, I the doctor 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 Franklin and the doctor
and had a talk with my boss

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

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

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

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

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

When I up
My kids were being
I knew it was a dream right
I called the company

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

The he asked which way we were headed
I said, Sir, let's go west and he listened obediently
Sophie only wants to listen to BBC
Michael sat on my and whispered to me
All the meanies

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,
She so much like my mom

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Oh my God,
She looks so just like my mom