Luyện nghe bài hát Have One On Me

From the courtyard, I in
and it go down.
Heard the cup
thought, "Well,
that's why keep them around."
The sat hard, down,
with no on him now,
and I so bad,
cause I know how
to bad enough
to him proud.

By the time you this,
I be so far away.
longlegs, how in the world
am I to be expected to
In the
in the night, you may hear me
Pa, your hand
and your resolve.
Stay you are,
so and tall.

Here's da!--to do
her Spider Dance for you!
Lighten up pockets!
her skirts and scatter, there,
a shrieking, six-legged
a blight in his sockets.

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

Poor Lola! A mounting
Countess
brassiere,
while all cheer.

And the old king from grace,
Lola fled,
To save and her career

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

Well, that just beat all!
Gilbert,
called to
by the silver and the gold glitter!
Well, seen lots,
but never, in a years,
would to see you, here.

the long road
begins and ends you,
I cannot seem to make
you, Louis.
we go out,
they're to see you with me.

At night, I in the park,
a whip,
between the
of the Jesuits,
who are poisoning you me.
a big black spider
hanging my door.
go anywhere, anymore.
Tell me, are you me?

I called to you, times,
while the change took
and arrived, all night,
and I died.
But all songs,
you and I are long gone,
will on.
Mud in eye.

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

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

I everything,
to the sound of you shaving--
the scrape of razor,
the black hair
that
you clutched at me,
that I came 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 star into the sky,
like a of thrown coal,
as if god himself
a cornered rat.

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

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

Don't you for me!
one on me!

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

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

From the courtyard, I in
and it go down.
Heard the cup
thought, "Well, why
keep them around."
The sat hard, down,
with no 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
Daddy longlegs, are you