Luyện nghe bài hát My Bag

Hey I was my bag
Through a 20 storey non snow storm
Pirrelli girls wrestling in body lotion
My head's swimming with poetry and
Excuse me one moment I powder my nose
Me and my good thing are about as close as can be
We gave up at the age of 17
My world's bigger as my eyesight gets worse
I can't see the on my idiot board
about love?
I don't let that stuff in my
This is the glamorous life there's no time for fooling
have mercy I know what I'm doing
I don't need an alibi I need a escape and an open window
It's my problem it's nothing I can't deal
I'm not chasing anything just jogging
What's your
Hundred dollar jam
Got some yessir in my nose
Motorcycle speed cops burning up my roads
My baby left me heck ain`t that a
over in the corner with my new best friend
I'm doing fine with my and wine
And meet me in the john john meet me in the john
have mercy
...what's bag?
Spin whisky and gin I suffer for my art
I got wild mushrooms growing in my yard
Fix me a quart of petrol clams on the half
Feels like prohibition baby me the hard sell
More give me more give me more more
I'm your yes man yes maam I'm yes man
Lord mercy...