Luyện nghe bài hát My Bag

Hey I was my bag
a 20 storey non stop snow storm
Pirrelli calender girls wrestling in body
My head's with poetry and prose
Excuse me one moment whilst I powder my
Me and my good thing are just about as as can be
We up sleep at the age of 17
My world's bigger as my eyesight gets worse
I see the lines on my idiot board
about love?
I let that stuff in my house
This is the life there's no time for fooling around
Lord have I know what I'm doing
I don't need an I need a fire escape and an open window
It's my it's nothing I can't deal with
I'm not chasing anything just baby
your bag?
Hundred dollar jam
Got some traffic in my nose
Motorcycle speed cops burning up my dust
My left me heck ain`t that a shame
She's in the corner with my new best friend
I'm doing with my whisky and wine
And meet me in the john john me in the john john
Lord have
...what's your
spin whisky and gin I suffer for my art
Bartender I got mushrooms growing in my yard
Fix me a quart of petrol on the half shell
Feels like prohibition give me the hard sell
give me more give me more more more
I'm yes man yes maam I'm your yes man
Lord mercy...