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,
no head 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 me call
Pa, stay hand
and your resolve.
Stay you are,
so and tall.

Here's da!--to do
her Spider Dance for you!
Lighten up pockets!
her skirts and scatter, there,
a shrieking, millionaire
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?"

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

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

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

Well, that just 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 long
begins and ends you,
I cannot seem to amends
you, Louis.
we go out,
they're to see you with me.

At night, I in the park,
a whip,
between the
of the Jesuits,
who are you against me.
There's a big black
over my door.
go anywhere, anymore.
Tell me, are you me?

I to you, several 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 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 me in your arms,
and I that no other
could love me as you loved.
But me! I'm leaving!

I everything,
down to the sound of you
the of your razor,
the black hair
that
you clutched 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
a cornered rat.

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

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

you worry for me!
one on me!

Meanwhile, I will my own glass
to how you made me
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 no other
ever love me--

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

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