Luyện nghe bài hát Spaghetti Strapped

Hey
What you like?
I seen you get up, and go to that bathroom
Like five or six in the last twenty minutes
What the hell's on?

1]
Under the great gray sky
Still the same guy watching the dry
With snake eyes
My lady still hates me like you she should
Because the simple things in don't get overlooked
But now I'm with a glass full of beer
Positioned in my chair to watch your ass a mirror
and horny, dirty old man
Weed junky drunk leaving tips for the man
impress her with my jukebox selections
Spit a couple words in for affection
And if those legs work as as they look girl
You can walk up and down the in my book
Can you spell
Come get your wet
Let me make up pet names for all your regrets
(Here let me buy you a drink as a of my erection)
Hoping that you'll open up and put down weapons

Up, up, let your strap down, put your strap down
Up, up, girl put your down

2]
Spaghetti strapped, lap around the track
I had to suffer punching onto back
What's up with
Where's the
the dotted line between acquainted with and friendship
But damn got rushed, can't stop
What's the big fuss it was a little hand job
So what if her friend took off her bra and socks and
It was like a
Why the witnesses positioned up in your business
Like they're invested in your best
Who I be with, and who I leave
Affects this vicarious that the weak live
Guess now the pressure's on me to you
you of your weapon, disarm you
See if I can get you off barstool
We all wanna if I can get you out your clothes girl

3]
From the to the hard lovers
Passing judgment on
Everyone's got scars
Some of them will never
Sometimes you gotta step you wanna see how the weather feels
You avoid them or fill a void with 'em
If you're nuts you'll trying to make him your boyfriend
I'm like a pile of paper and the day after Christmas
(Naw, naw for I will take my clothes off right here girl)
Who wants to me, I'm looking for a muse
This time I'm trying to cook up the blues
Let's make a little love, a hate
A little give and take and give it to the kids can relate
And we don't even have a
It's the balance, the bits between ears and my voice
So God that the rain ain't stopped
Let's to my spot and take that wet tank-top off now