Luyện nghe bài hát Lost Weekend

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

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

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

Theres else to blame
I hang my head in a crying
is nobody else to blame
Nobody else 'cept my self

It took a lost in a hotel in Amsterdam
gone years to conclude in tears
And the sickest was the price of the medicine
Are you laughing at me
May I please along?

I was a king bee with a full of attitude
An heart on my sleeve, wounded knees
And my one love song was a tattoo my palm
You wrote upon me when you my hand
You see I, I wouldnt say it if I mean it
Drop me and Ill fall to too easily
Too easily, too