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 me that bottle,
And I'll you all a real song
Yeah!
Let me get my key, ahum!

Well, I'm through Harlem
my stomach just a little more
A full of feathers and footprints,
up to soap box door
Now a lady with a pearl necktie
Tied to the fence
in my face,
bourbon and coke words
& "Haven't I seen you in hell,
or was it an accident?"
(You how I felt then, and so:)

I could ask "was it the East or West side?"
my feet they in pain
The of a bandwagon cut very deep,
but not as deep in my mind as the
And as they away I could see her words
Stagger and fall on my tent
Well I them up, brushed them off,
to see they say,
and you wouldn't
around to my room, with the tooth in the middle,
and along 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 very up this road, baby)
(Yeah, hmmm, yeah)
(Got to say!)

Well I'm through LA (huh),
on a built for fools
And I seen one of my old
And he say, "you don't the way you usually do"
I say, "well, people look like a coin-box"
He say, "look like you ain't got no to spare"
And I laid back and I thought to myself, and I said
I just picked up my pride underneath the pay phone,
and combed this breath out of my hair
And it's not so easy
when your only 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 home to you
But I feel so I take a quick look in the mirror,
to make my friend's here with me too
And you know well I don't drink coffee,
so you my cup full of sand
And the tea leaves on the bottom
Sharing lipstick the broken edge
And my coat that you let dog lay by the fire on
And your cat he me from his pill-box ledge
And I you were my friend too
Man, my comes in line before you
I'm finding out that eh not so easy
Specially your only friend
Talks, looks, and feels like you,
and you do the same just him

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