Luyện nghe bài hát Have One On Me

From the courtyard, I in
and it go down.
Heard the cup
thought, "Well,
that's why they keep 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 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, your hand
and steel resolve.
Stay you are,
so and tall.

Here's da!--to do
her famous 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
mister longlegs, they are at it again!--
Can I see you?"

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

And the old king fell grace,
Lola fled,
To save and her career

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

Well, doesn't that just 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 make
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,
while the change place
and arrived, all night,
and I died.
But all songs,
when you and I are gone,
carry on.
Mud in eye.

You my hand,
a band.
"In your is all that you need;
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 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 dully-abrading black
that
you clutched at me,
that night I 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,
like a chunk of coal,
as if god spat
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,
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 will drink to your health,
and cruelty.
Will you one on me?

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

From the courtyard, I in
and it go down.
the cup drop;
thought, "Well, why
they them around."
The sat hard, down,
with no on him now,
and I so bad,
cause I know how
to feel bad
to him proud.

daddy longlegs, are you?
Daddy longlegs, are
Daddy longlegs, are you