Luyện nghe bài hát Have One On Me

From the courtyard, I in
and it go down.
Heard the cup
thought, "Well,
why they keep them around."
The sat hard, down,
with no on him now,
and I so bad,
cause I know how
to bad enough
to him proud.

By the you read this,
I be so far away.
longlegs, how in the world
am I to be expected to
In the
in the night, you may me call
Pa, stay your
and your resolve.
where you are,
so and tall.

Lola--ta da!--to do
her famous Dance for you!
up your pockets!
Shake her and scatter, there,
a shrieking, six-legged
with a in his sockets.

Montez,
the of Lansfeld,
appealed to the of Bavaria,
saying, "Pretty papa,
if you are my
mister daddy longlegs, are at it again!--
Can I see you?"

Poor Lola! A tarantula's
Lansfeld's
brassiere,
while all cheer.

And the old king fell grace,
Lola fled,
To save face and her

You caught a fly, by,
Wait for him to in the dust;
in the dust of other flies,
whereby the is run,
and the is done.
Heaven has no
for the way you and friends
have poor Louis.
May god your poor soul, Lola.
(But there is I adore,
from that whore's black heart.)

Well, doesn't that beat all!
Gilbert,
called to
by the silver dollar and the glitter!
Well, seen lots,
but never, in a years,
would to see you, here.

Though the long
begins and ends you,
I seem to make amends
you, Louis.
we go out,
they're bound to see you me.

At night, I in the park,
a whip,
between the
of the Jesuits,
who are poisoning you me.
a big black spider
hanging my door.
go anywhere, anymore.
Tell me, are you me?

I called to you, times,
the change took place
and arrived, all night,
and I died.
But all songs,
when you and I are gone,
will on.
Mud in eye.

You my hand,
a band.
"In your heart is all you need;
ask and you receive," it is said.
I my bouquet,
and I 'em dead.

of white, bottle of red.
as a child,
when you held me in arms,
and I knew no other
could love me as you loved.
But me! I'm leaving!

I everything,
down to the sound of you
the of your razor,
the dully-abrading black
that
you clutched at me,
that I came upstairs, half-dead,
and, in kindness,
you put me
in the cupboard,
a bottle of champagne,
and then, later, on a train.

It was out, I was half-dead.
I saw a fall into the sky,
like a of thrown coal,
as if god himself
like a rat.

I really want you to do for me,
will you one on me?

It was dark; I was and half-dead,
and we slept, heads,
up in the star-smoking air,
knocking heads buoys.

Don't you for me!
one on me!

Meanwhile, I will raise my own
to how you made me
and expendable,
and I will to your excellent health,
and cruelty.
Will you one on me?

as a child,
when you me in your arms,
and I knew no other
could ever love

the courtyard, I floated in
and it go down.
the cup drop;
thought, "Well, why
they keep around."
The sat hard, down,
no head on him now,
and I so bad,
I didn't know how
to bad enough
to him proud.

Well longlegs, are you?
longlegs, are you?
Daddy longlegs, are you