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 they keep around."
The sat hard, down,
no head on him now,
and I so bad,
cause I didn't 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.

Lola--ta da!--to do
her famous Spider for you!
up your pockets!
Shake her and scatter, there,
a shrieking, millionaire
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 tarantula's
Countess
brassiere,
while all cheer.

And the old king fell grace,
while fled,
To face and her career

You a fly, floating by,
Wait for him to in the dust;
drown in the dust of flies,
whereby the is run,
and the is done.
has no word
for the way you and your
have poor Louis.
May god save poor soul, Lola.
(But is nothing I adore,
from that whore's black heart.)

Well, doesn't that beat all!
Gilbert,
called to
by the silver dollar and the glitter!
Well, seen lots,
but never, in a years,
would to see you, here.

the long road
begins and ends you,
I seem to make 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 poisoning you me.
a big black spider
hanging my door.
go anywhere, anymore.
Tell me, are you me?

I to you, several times,
while the took place
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 that you
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 love me as you loved.
But me! I'm leaving!

I everything,
down to the of you shaving--
the of your razor,
the dully-abrading black
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 chunk of coal,
as if god himself
a cornered 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.

Don't you for me!
one on me!

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

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

the courtyard, I floated in
and it go down.
the cup drop;
thought, "Well, why
keep them around."
The sat hard, down,
no head on him now,
and I so bad,
cause I know how
to feel bad
to him proud.

Well longlegs, are you?
Daddy longlegs, are
Daddy longlegs, are you