Luyện nghe bài hát My Bag

Hey I was my bag
Through a 20 non stop snow storm
Pirrelli calender girls wrestling in lotion
My head's with poetry and prose
Excuse me one moment 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 worse
I can't see the on my idiot board
about love?
I don't let that stuff in my
This is the glamorous there's no time for fooling around
Lord have I know what I'm doing
I don't need an alibi I need a escape and an open window
It's my it's nothing I can't deal with
I'm not anything just jogging baby
What's your
million dollar jam
Got some yessir in my nose
Motorcycle 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 with my whisky and wine
And meet me in the john meet me in the john john
have mercy
...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 clams on the shell
Feels prohibition baby give me the hard sell
give me more give me more more more
I'm your yes man yes maam I'm yes man
Lord mercy...