Luyện nghe bài hát Spleen Merchant

When I die you can cut me up and take all that you
But pity the dumb fool who gets my bleeding spleen
pone, I born tomorrow, my bone marrow protein filled
Scotch whiskey men of stain have come to split your

Hey, hey
I got your
I got your burning
I got it all right

Wrap them tight in zip-lock bags to good medicines
If bad you can toss them back and them in sausages
it something so becoming, a gentlemen of good taste
The quite the pleaser
But you pass the pepper please this way

Hey, hey
I got your
I got your burning
I got it all here

Fertilizer your corn row higher
But makes back yard stink
And all the crows know the wind blows
Where sinks

Hey, hey
I got your
I got your hell
I got it all here