Luyện nghe bài hát Momma Was an Opium-Smoker

(Intro
When my Mother heard that I was writing songs about my mentally ill that people were mistaking for the president 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 a red-hot poker
She would take a bath
We would ask her, she'd just
because our momma was an opium

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

Oh, help us,
we can't
her destructive
You oughta' hear she says!

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

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

She hide the money and the drugs in the
I wonder how long she's at this
And I say, "Mom, the gong,
you see it's gone all wrong?"
My was an opium smoker