Luyện nghe bài hát Momma Was an Opium-Smoker

(Intro
When my Mother heard that I was writing songs about my mentally ill friends that people were mistaking for the and the mayor, she said, please Melora please, don't ever write a song about me. My flatulence, my opulence, the way I chase the dragon. I said, alright Momma, I won't. Then I proceeded to write this rather cute homage to my Mother, which covers more the subject matter of her fat ass and foul drug habits.)

Momma was an opium
She light it with a red-hot
She would take a bath
We would ask her, she'd laugh
because our was an opium smoker

She it with this gentleman, Lincoln
met on a boat, it was sinkin'
When she shoulda gone overboard, momma say "No way, oh my
only of opium am I thinkin'."

Oh, us, Lord
we can't
her destructive
You hear what she says!

She would sit on her fat ass
at us, "Fill up my wine glass!"
She would us, "How sad,
you won't never know dad."
Oh yeah, my momma was an opium

Go, momma, go
Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh

She hide the money and the drugs in the
I wonder how long been at this
And I say, "Mom, the gong,
can't you see it's all wrong?"
My was an opium smoker