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 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.

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 hand
and your resolve.
where you are,
so and tall.

Here's da!--to do
her famous Dance for you!
Lighten up pockets!
Shake her 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 tarantula's
Lansfeld's
brassiere,
while all cheer.

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

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

Though the road
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.
a big black spider
hanging 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 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 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 black hair
remained
when you 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 fall the sky,
a chunk of thrown coal,
as if god spat
like a rat.

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

It was dark; I was and half-dead,
and we slept, heads,
up in the star-smoking air,
knocking heads buoys.

you worry for me!
one on me!

Meanwhile, I raise my own glass
to how you me fast
and expendable,
and I will drink to excellent health,
and cruelty.
you have one on me?

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

the courtyard, I floated 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,
cause I didn't how
to bad enough
to him proud.

Well daddy longlegs, are
Daddy longlegs, are
Daddy longlegs, are you