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
Some body sing?
Somebody sing, right?
(I know!)

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

Well, I'm looking through
my stomach just a little more
A stagecoach of feathers and footprints,
pulls up to box door
Now a with a pearl handled necktie
Tied to the driver's
in my face,
bourbon and coke possessed
& "Haven't I you somewhere in hell,
or was it an accident?"
(You how I felt 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 deep in my as the rain
And as they away I could see her words
Stagger and fall on my muddy
Well I them up, brushed them off,
to see what say,
and you believe:
`Come around to my room, the tooth in the middle,
and bring along the and a president'

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

I'm riding through LA (huh),
on a built for fools
And I one of my old buddies
And he say, "you don't look the way you 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 this:
I just picked up my from underneath the pay phone,
and combed this right out of my hair
And sometimes not so easy
Especially when only friend
talk, sees, looks and 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 well I don't drink coffee,
so you fill my cup of sand
And the tea leaves on the bottom
Sharing lipstick the broken edge
And my coat you let your dog lay by the fire on
And your cat he me from his pill-box ledge
And I thought you my friend too
Man, my shadow comes in before you
I'm finding out that eh not so easy
Specially your only friend
Talks, looks, sees and feels you,
and you do the same like him

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