Luyện nghe bài hát Have One On Me

From the courtyard, I in
and it go down.
the cup drop;
thought, "Well,
that's why they keep around."
The sat hard, down,
with no on him now,
and I so bad,
I didn't know how
to feel bad
to him proud.

By the you read this,
I be so far away.
Daddy longlegs, how in the
am I to be expected to
In the
in the night, you may me call
Pa, stay your
and your resolve.
Stay you are,
so and tall.

Lola--ta da!--to do
her famous Dance for you!
up your pockets!
Shake her and scatter, there,
a shrieking, millionaire
with a in his sockets.

Montez,
the of Lansfeld,
to the King of Bavaria,
saying, "Pretty papa,
if you are my
mister longlegs, they are at it again!--
Can I see you?"

Poor Lola! A tarantula's
Countess
brassiere,
while all cheer.

And the old fell from grace,
while fled,
To save face and her

You caught a fly, by,
Wait for him to in the dust;
drown in the dust of flies,
whereby the is run,
and the is done.
Heaven has no
for the way you and your
have treated Louis.
May god save poor soul, Lola.
(But there is I adore,
apart that whore's black heart.)

Well, doesn't just beat all!
Gilbert,
called to
by the dollar and the gold glitter!
Well, I've lots,
but never, in a years,
would to see you, here.

Though the long
and ends with you,
I cannot seem to amends
you, Louis.
we go out,
they're bound to see you me.

At night, I in the park,
a whip,
between the
of the Jesuits,
who are you against me.
There's a big black
over my door.
go anywhere, anymore.
Tell me, are you me?

I called to you, times,
while the took place
and arrived, all night,
and I died.
But all songs,
when you and I are gone,
carry on.
Mud in eye.

You my hand,
a band.
"In your is all that you need;
ask and you receive," it is said.
I my bouquet,
and I 'em dead.

Bottle of white, of red.
as a child,
when you held me in arms,
and I knew no other
could love me as you loved.
But me! I'm leaving!

I everything,
down to the sound of you
the of your razor,
the dully-abrading black
that
you clutched at me,
that night I upstairs, half-dead,
and, in kindness,
you put me
in the cupboard,
with a of champagne,
and then, later, on a train.

It was out, I was half-dead.
I saw a fall into the sky,
a chunk of thrown coal,
as if god spat
like a rat.

I really you to do this for me,
will you one on me?

It was I was drunk and half-dead,
and we slept, heads,
up in the star-smoking air,
knocking like buoys.

you worry for me!
one on me!

Meanwhile, I will raise my own
to how you me fast
and expendable,
and I will drink to excellent health,
and cruelty.
Will you one on me?

as a child,
when you me in your arms,
and I that no other
could ever me--

the courtyard, I floated in
and it go down.
Heard the cup
thought, "Well, why
they keep around."
The sat hard, down,
no head on him now,
and I so bad,
cause I didn't how
to feel bad
to him proud.

daddy longlegs, are you?
Daddy longlegs, are
longlegs, are you proud?