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.
Daddy longlegs, how in the
am I to be expected to
In the
in the night, you may hear me
Pa, stay your
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
with a 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?"

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

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

You a fly, floating by,
for him to drown in the dust;
drown in the of other flies,
the machine is run,
and the is done.
has no word
for the way you and friends
have poor Louis.
May god your poor soul, Lola.
(But is nothing I adore,
apart 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,
think to see you, here.

Though the long
and ends with you,
I cannot seem to 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 you against me.
a big black spider
hanging my door.
go anywhere, anymore.
me, are you with me?

I to you, several 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 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 knew that no
ever love me as you loved.
But me! I'm leaving!

I everything,
down to the of you shaving--
the scrape of razor,
the dully-abrading black
that
you clutched at me,
that night I 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 of thrown coal,
as if god himself
a cornered rat.

I really want you to do 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 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 drink to your excellent health,
and cruelty.
you have one on me?

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

From the courtyard, I in
and it go down.
Heard the cup
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 longlegs, are you?
longlegs, are you?
Daddy longlegs, are you