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,
no head on him now,
and I so bad,
cause I didn't how
to bad enough
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 hear me
Pa, stay hand
and steel resolve.
Stay you are,
so and tall.

Lola--ta da!--to do
her Spider Dance for you!
Lighten up pockets!
Shake her 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 daddy longlegs, are at it again!--
Can I see you?"

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

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

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

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

Though the road
begins and with 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 spider
hanging 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 no other
could ever me as you loved.
But me! I'm leaving!

I everything,
to the sound of you shaving--
the of your razor,
the black hair
remained
when you at me,
that I came upstairs, half-dead,
and, in kindness,
you put me
in the cupboard,
a bottle of champagne,
and then, later, on a train.

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

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

It was dark; I was 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 to your excellent health,
and cruelty.
Will you one on me?

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

From the courtyard, I in
and it go down.
the cup drop;
thought, "Well, why
they 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 daddy longlegs, are
Daddy longlegs, are
Daddy longlegs, are you