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,
I didn't know how
to feel bad
to him proud.

By the you read 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, your hand
and steel resolve.
where 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,
to the King 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 fell from grace,
Lola fled,
To save face and her

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 poor Louis.
May god save your soul, Lola.
(But is nothing I adore,
apart from whore's black heart.)

Well, doesn't that just all!
Gilbert,
called to
by the silver and the gold glitter!
Well, I've lots,
but never, in a years,
think to see you, here.

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

I called to you, 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.

Bottle of white, 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 of your razor,
the dully-abrading hair
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 into the sky,
a chunk of thrown coal,
as if god spat
a cornered rat.

I really you to do this for me,
will you 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 made me
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 no other
could ever love

From the courtyard, I in
and it go down.
the cup drop;
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