Luyện nghe bài hát Have One On Me

From the courtyard, I in
and it go down.
Heard the cup
thought, "Well,
why they keep them around."
The sat hard, down,
with no 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 me call
Pa, stay your
and steel resolve.
Stay you are,
so and tall.

Here's da!--to do
her famous Spider for you!
up your 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
daddy longlegs, they are at it again!--
Can I see you?"

Poor Lola! A mounting
Lansfeld's
brassiere,
while all cheer.

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

You caught a fly, by,
for him to drown in the dust;
drown in the of other flies,
the machine is run,
and the is done.
Heaven has no
for the way you and your
have treated Louis.
May god your poor soul, Lola.
(But is nothing I adore,
apart from that whore's 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,
think to see you, here.

Though the road
begins and with you,
I cannot seem to make
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 spider
over my door.
go anywhere, anymore.
Tell me, are you me?

I called to you, times,
the change 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 love me as you loved.
But me! I'm leaving!

I everything,
to the sound of you shaving--
the scrape of razor,
the dully-abrading black
remained
when you at me,
night 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 star fall the sky,
like a chunk of coal,
as if god spat
a cornered rat.

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

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

Don't you for me!
one on me!

Meanwhile, I will raise my own
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
could love me--

From the courtyard, I in
and it go down.
Heard the cup
thought, "Well, why
they them 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.

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