Luyện nghe bài hát Sweat Beatrice

Hanging with my sweet
She out with a lion's roar
Yelling, "I'm going to the store,
Be back at to four"
"Don't slam pinkies in the drawer"
She can be like a maiden the days of yore
out at Studio 54
Break dancing on the slick brick floor
With Lionel
Who, by the way, was a
One time she gave to a snaggle tooth boar
Who couldn't breat right the Vietnam War
she played Chinese Checkers with Skeletor
And went with Eva Gabor
my sweet Beatrice
She's my Beatrice
She's my Beatrice
And coming home
I got a picture of her by the seashore
Wearing a bikini made of velour
Her up like Conway Twitty's pompadour
the smile of Guy LeFleur
She got the ups and downs like an
But deep inside she's a smore
Can bake a cake as big as
or, Neithor nor
She'll share it with Labrador
She can run faster than a meteor
Loves the Pooh and his friend Eeyore
Can make a pipe out of an core
That's a trick she from Roberto Parrish
Down in
You know
my sweet Beatrice
She's my sweet
She's my Beatrice
And coming home
Well, for she opened the door
Whipped out a fishing lure
Sexually, made me insecure
Like the time I was a
On Elton John's
She said, "Let's go catch Piscatore!"
I said, "Beatrice, you don't eat no more."
She said, "By God, right!"
So we ourselves a snore
And we woke up 10 hours later
We Love Du Jour
my sweet Beatrice
She's my sweet
my sweet Beatrice
And she came
She likes to clean out the every now and then
She's gonna knit me a brand new bag
We gonna watch ourselves a John Wayne
Then we free all the doggies at the kennel
She gonna try on my third mittens
She'll keep 'em on even though way too small
Well, she never gonna hurt me
She ain't gonna let me down
She ain't gonna tell nobody
I'm afraid of birds and
Well,





And she loves Pat