Luyện nghe bài hát My Bag

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