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 keep them around."
The sat hard, down,
with no on him now,
and I so bad,
I didn't 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 to stay?
In the
in the night, you may hear me
Pa, stay your
and steel resolve.
Stay you are,
so and tall.

Here's da!--to do
her famous Dance for you!
up your pockets!
Shake her and scatter, there,
a shrieking, millionaire
a blight in his sockets.

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

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

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

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

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

Though the long
begins and ends you,
I cannot 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.
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,
you and I are long gone,
will 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 that no
could love me as you loved.
But me! I'm leaving!

I everything,
to the sound of you shaving--
the of your razor,
the dully-abrading black
remained
when you 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,
a chunk of thrown coal,
as if god spat
like a rat.

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

It was dark; I was 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 will drink to your health,
and cruelty.
you have one on me?

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

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

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