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,
with no on him now,
and I so bad,
cause I know how
to bad enough
to him proud.

By the you read this,
I be so far away.
longlegs, how in the world
am I to be to stay?
In the
in the night, you may me call
Pa, stay hand
and your resolve.
where you are,
so and tall.

Lola--ta da!--to do
her Spider Dance for you!
Lighten up pockets!
her skirts and scatter, there,
a shrieking, millionaire
with a in his sockets.

Montez,
the of Lansfeld,
to the King 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 fell grace,
Lola fled,
To save and her career

You caught a fly, by,
for him to drown in the dust;
drown in the dust of flies,
the machine is run,
and the is done.
has no word
for the way you and friends
have treated 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 silver dollar and the glitter!
Well, I've lots,
but never, in a years,
would 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 poisoning you me.
There's a big spider
hanging my door.
go anywhere, anymore.
Tell me, are you me?

I to you, several 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 heart is all you need;
ask and you receive," it is said.
I my bouquet,
and I 'em dead.

of white, bottle of red.
as a child,
when you me in your arms,
and I knew that no
could ever me as you loved.
But me! I'm leaving!

I everything,
down to the sound of you
the scrape of razor,
the black hair
remained
when you at me,
night 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 fall the sky,
like a chunk of coal,
as if god himself
a cornered rat.

I really you to do this 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 my own glass
to how you made me
and expendable,
and I will drink to your health,
and cruelty.
you have one on me?

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

From the courtyard, I in
and it go down.
the cup drop;
thought, "Well, why
keep 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.

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