Luyện nghe bài hát I Want You #35

Daddy bought you a toy
Mama you to be coy
Make your bed down in the
Bow head, lift your skirt

From your lips to my
All down through your tender
A poor little rich girl, junk food
Born in forth world, raised in
Well, listen honey, screwed the money, I you

Something changed you, you low
your senses, made you slow
Wrote name down in the book
the claim on how do you look

I can't blame you if you that
Tie you to the kitchen
Drain pockets, drink your blood
Drag you through the and mud
Must be said, you made your bed but I you

It's the way your falls in your face
And the way you move from to place
It's the way you your curse
As if could be something worse than

Trapped inside a house dying
Waiting for the to fly
Oh my, my, my

So he left you no God
behind that cracked facade
Had for a woman have a
Not too down, not too

I will have once clicks
Eat you like a ton of
And been to break you
Why, oh why would God forsake
Vis-a-vis, him or me, I you

[Incomprehensible] baby, I care, I want you