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 bad enough
to him proud.

By the you read 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.

Lola--ta da!--to do
her famous Dance 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
daddy longlegs, they are at it again!--
Can I see you?"

Poor Lola! A mounting
Countess
brassiere,
while all cheer.

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

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

Well, that just beat all!
Gilbert,
called to
by the silver dollar and the glitter!
Well, seen lots,
but never, in a years,
would 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.
a big black spider
hanging 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,
when you and I are 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 me in your arms,
and I that no other
could love me as you loved.
But me! I'm leaving!

I everything,
to the sound of you shaving--
the of your razor,
the dully-abrading black
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 fall into the sky,
like a chunk of coal,
as if god himself
a cornered 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,
sitting up in the air,
heads 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 drink to your excellent health,
and cruelty.
Will you one on me?

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

From the courtyard, I in
and it go down.
Heard the cup
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 bad enough
to him proud.

Well daddy longlegs, are
Daddy longlegs, are
longlegs, are you proud?