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

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

Before I ask "was it the East or West side?"
my feet howled in pain
The wheels of a bandwagon cut deep,
but not as in my mind as the rain
And as they pulled away I see her words
Stagger and fall on my muddy
Well I picked them up, them off,
to see what say,
and you believe:
`Come around to my room, the tooth in the middle,
and along the bottle and a president'

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

I'm riding through LA (huh),
on a bicycle built for
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 you ain't got no coins to spare"
And I laid back and I thought to myself, and I said
I just picked up my pride from the pay phone,
and this breath right out of my hair
And sometimes it's not so
when your only friend
talk, sees, and feels like you,
and you do the same as him

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

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