Luyện nghe bài hát There Was Me And My Monkey

It was me and my
And with his dungarees and blades
Smoking filter
Reclining in the passenger of my super charged jet black Chevrolet
He had the soft top
He liked the wind in his
He said son you been to Vegas I said no
He said that's where we're go
You a change of pace
And when we hit the strip with all the wedding and the neon signs
He said I left my wallet in El Segondo and proceeded to take two grand of
We tracks to the Mandalay Bay Hotel
Asked the boy if he take me and my monkey as well
He looked in the seat of my car
And with a he said
If your monkey's got that of money sir
Then we've got a bed

Me and my
a dream and a gun
I'm hoping my monkey don't that gun at anyone
Me and my
butch and the sundance kid
Trying to understand why he did he did
Why he did he did

We got the elevator, I hit the 33rd
We had a room up top the paronama views like nothing you'd ever seen before
He went to sleep in the
And he awoke
He ran his little monkey fingers through pages
Called up escort services and ordered some okey doke
Forty minutes later there came a at the door
In walked big bad ass baboom into my bedroom with three monkey whores
Hi, my name is Sunshine, are my girls
Lace my palm with baby and oh yeah
They'll rock your
So I watched pay per view and polished my and my gun
Was diggin' on Kurt singing about lithium
There came a knock at the door and in walked
What's up you'd better get your ass in boy
Your monkey's too much of a good time

Me and my
in search of the sun
Me and my
point that gun at anyone
Me and my
Like the Kid
Trying to understand why he did he did
Why he did he did

Got tickets to see Sheena
The was high
Said it was a burning ambition to see her he died
We left before he couldn't sit still
Sheena was a baby but my monkey was ill
We went to play blackjack kept hitting three
Couldn't help but notice this Mexican staring at me
Or was it my I couldn't be sure
It's not like you'd never seen a monkey in rollerblades and dungarees
Now don't test my patience we're not about to run
That's a bad ass boy and he's packing a gun
My name is Rodrigue he says death in his eye
I've been chasing you for long time
And now your monkey's die

Me and my
in search of the sun
Now me and my
We don't kill no Mexican
But got
Ten itchy fingers one to declare
the monkey is high
You do not stare you do not
You do not

Looks we've got ourselves a Mexican stand off here boy
And I ain't to run
Put gun down boy
How'd I get mixed up with this fuckin' monkey