Luyện nghe bài hát Chemo Limo

I had a
crispy Benjamin 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
you don't have to do it
He said, The truth is, you'll be okay,

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Then I got
I the kids as well
The pulled in
And we in

The doctor he asked way we were headed
I said, Sir, let's just go west and he listened
only wants to listen to radio 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 like my mom
Oh my God,
She so much like my mom

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

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 me tired
making 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 crispy Franklin came over and
Baby, sat all of my kids

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

Jacqueline was being such a big
With her cup of tea 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