Luyện nghe bài hát I Want You #35

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

your lips to my ears
All down through your ears
A poor little rich girl, junk heiress
in forth world, raised in Paris
Well, listen honey, screwed the money, I you

Something you, laid you low
[Incomprehensible] your senses, you slow
Wrote name down in the book
State the claim on how do you

I blame you if you think that
Tie you to the kitchen
your pockets, drink your blood
Drag you the muck and mud
Must be said, you made your bed but I you

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

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

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

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

[Incomprehensible] baby, I care, I want you