Luyện nghe bài hát Spaghetti Strapped

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

1]
Under the wide gray sky
the same guy watching the paint dry
With snake eyes
My lady still me like you know she should
Because the simple things in life get overlooked
But now I'm here a glass full of beer
Positioned in my chair to your ass from a mirror
and horny, dirty old man
Weed junky drunk tips for the dope man
I'll impress her with my selections
Spit a words in exchange for affection
And if legs work as good as they look girl
You can walk up and down the page in my
Can you secret?
get your feet wet
Let me make up pet names for all little regrets
(Here let me buy you a as a token of my erection)
Hoping that you'll up and put down your weapons

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

2]
Spaghetti strapped, another lap around the
I had to suffer onto somebody's back
What's up with
Where's the
Find the dotted line between acquainted and friendship
But got head rushed, can't stop
What's the big fuss it was just a little job
So what if her friend off her bra and socks and drawers
It was a massage-a-trois
Why the witnesses always up in your business
Like invested in your best interests
Who I be with, and who I with
Affects this vicarious life the weak live
Guess now the pressure's on me to you
Relieve you of your weapon, you
See if I can get you off barstool
We all wanna know if I can get you out clothes girl

3]
From the star-fuckers to the hard
Passing on none
got scars mother
Some of them will heal
you gotta step aside; you wanna see how the weather feels
You avoid them or fill a void with 'em
If you're nuts you'll enjoy trying to him your boyfriend
I'm a pile of paper and ribbons the day after Christmas
(Naw, naw for real I will take my clothes off right girl)
Who wants to help me, I'm for a muse
time around I'm trying to cook up the blues
Let's make a little love, a little
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 your ears and my
So praise God the rain ain't stopped
Let's head to my spot and that wet tank-top off now