Luyện nghe bài hát Sweat Beatrice

Hanging with my amour
She came out with a lion's
Yelling, "I'm going to the store,
Be at quarter to four"
"Don't your pinkies in the drawer"
She can be like a maiden from the of yore
Hanging out at 54
Break dancing on the slick brick disco
With Lionel
Who, by the way, was a
One time she mouth-to-mouth to a snaggle tooth boar
Who couldn't breat right the Vietnam War
Then she played Chinese Checkers Skeletor
And went camping with Eva
my sweet Beatrice
She's my sweet
She's my sweet
And coming home
I got a of her down by the seashore
Wearing a bikini made of velour
Her hair's up like Conway Twitty's
With the smile of Guy
She got the ups and like an elevator
But deep inside she's a marshmellow
Can bake a as big as Jupitor
or, Neithor nor
She'll share it with your
She can run faster than a blazing
Loves Winnie the Pooh and his Eeyore
Can make a pipe out of an core
That's a she learned from Roberto Parrish
Down in
You why?
She's my sweet
She's my sweet
my sweet Beatrice
And she's home
Well, for sure she the door
Whipped out a fishing lure
Sexually, that me insecure
Like the I was a roadie
On Elton John's
She said, "Let's go some Piscatore!"
I said, "Beatrice, you eat fish no more."
She said, "By God, right!"
So we took ourselves a
And we woke up 10 hours later
We Love Du Jour
She's my Beatrice
She's my sweet
my sweet Beatrice
And she home
She likes to clean out the attic every now and
She's knit me a brand new golfing bag
We gonna watch ourselves a John Wayne
we gonna free all the doggies at the kennel
She gonna try on my third mittens
She'll 'em on even though they're way too small
Well, she never gonna hurt me
She never gonna let me down
She ain't never tell nobody
I'm afraid of and spiders
Well,





And she Pat Summerall