Luyện nghe bài hát Lost Weekend

It took a lost weekend in a in Amsterdam
And pneumonia in a single room
And the sickest joke was the of the medicine
Are you laughing at me
May I please laugh along with

morning I woke up from a deep, unquiet sleep
With clothes and this lonely hearts pen
which I wrote for you a love song in tattoo, upon my palm
'Twas stolen from me Jesus took my hand
You see I, I wouldn't say it if I didnt it
Drop me and Ill to pieces so easily

I was a king bee with a head of attitude
Wore my on my sleeve like a stain
And my aim was to you
Could remain in the
Did I ever, hey please, did you wound my
You see I, I wouldnt say it if I mean it
Drop me and Ill to pieces, yeah too easily

Theres nobody to blame
I my head in a crying shame
There is else to blame
else 'cept my sweet self

It a lost weekend in a hotel in Amsterdam
Twenty-four gone years to conclude in
And the sickest was the price of the medicine
Are you at me now?
May I please laugh

I was a bee with a head full of attitude
An ashtray heart on my sleeve, knees
And my one love song was a tattoo upon my
You upon me when you took my hand
You see I, I say it if I didnt mean it
me and Ill fall to pieces too easily
Too easily, too