Luyện nghe bài hát My Friend

Hey, out for my glass up there, man!
That's my drink, man, my drink, alright...
it a double, or eh...
Somebody has to
body will sing?
Somebody will sing,
(I know!)

Y'all pass me bottle,
And sing you all a real song
Yeah!
Let me get my key, ahum!

Well, I'm looking through
my stomach squeal just a little
A stagecoach of feathers and footprints,
pulls up to soap box
Now a lady with a handled necktie
to the driver's fence
in my face,
bourbon and possessed words
& "Haven't I you somewhere in hell,
or was it an accident?"
(You know how I then, and so:)

Before I could ask "was it the or West side?"
my feet they howled in
The wheels of a bandwagon cut deep,
but not as in my mind as the rain
And as they pulled away I could see her
Stagger and fall on my tent
I picked them up, brushed them off,
to see what say,
and you wouldn't
around to my room, with the tooth in the middle,
and bring the bottle and a president'

And eh sometimes not so easy, baby
Especially your only friend,
talks, sees, looks and feels you,
and you do the same as him
(Gets lonely up this road, baby)
(Yeah, hmmm, yeah)
(Got to say!)

Well I'm riding LA (huh),
on a bicycle for fools
And I seen one of my old
And he say, "you look the way you usually do"
I say, "well, some look like a coin-box"
He say, "look like you ain't got no to spare"
And I laid and I thought to myself, and I said this:
I picked up my pride from underneath the pay phone,
and combed this breath out of my hair
And sometimes it's not so
Especially when your friend
talk, sees, and feels like you,
and you do just the as him

got out of a Scandinavian jail,
and I'm on my way straight to you
But I feel so dizzy I a quick look in the mirror,
to make sure my friend's with me too
And you know good I don't drink coffee,
so you fill my cup of sand
And the frozen tea on the bottom
Sharing lipstick the broken edge
And my coat that you let your dog lay by the on
And your cat he attacked me his pill-box ledge
And I thought you my friend too
Man, my comes in line before you
I'm finding out that eh not so easy
Specially when your friend
Talks, looks, sees and feels you,
and you do the same just him

(Lord it's so here, hmmm, yeah)
Yeah!
(Pass me that bottle there...)
Yeah, yeah, okay...