Luyện nghe bài hát Spaghetti Strapped

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

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

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

2]
Spaghetti strapped, lap around the track
I had to punching onto somebody's back
What's up that?
the independence?
Find the dotted line between with and friendship
But damn got head rushed, can't
What's the big it was just a little hand job
So if her friend took off her bra and socks and drawers
It was a massage-a-trois
Why the witnesses always positioned up in business
Like they're invested in your interests
Who I be with, and who I leave
Affects this vicarious that the weak live
now the pressure's on me to charm you
Relieve you of your weapon, you
See if I can get you off barstool
We all wanna if I can get you out your 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 can't avoid them or fill a void '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
This time around I'm to cook up the blues
make a little love, a little hate
A little give and take and it to the kids that can relate
And we don't even a choice
It's the balance, the between your ears and my voice
So praise God the rain ain't stopped
Let's head to my and take that wet tank-top off now