Luyện nghe bài hát Have One On Me

From the courtyard, I in
and it go down.
Heard the cup
thought, "Well,
that's why they keep around."
The sat hard, down,
no head on him now,
and I so bad,
cause I didn't how
to feel bad
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 steel resolve.
Stay you are,
so and tall.

Lola--ta da!--to do
her famous Dance for you!
Lighten up 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
daddy longlegs, they are at it again!--
Can I see you?"

Poor Lola! A mounting
Countess
brassiere,
while all cheer.

And the old fell from grace,
Lola fled,
To save and her career

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

Well, doesn't that just all!
Gilbert,
called to
by the silver and the gold glitter!
Well, I've lots,
but never, in a years,
would to see you, here.

Though the long
begins and ends you,
I cannot 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 that you
ask and you receive," it is said.
I my bouquet,
and I 'em dead.

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

I everything,
down to the sound of you
the scrape of razor,
the dully-abrading hair
remained
when you at me,
night 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 star into the sky,
like a chunk of coal,
as if god spat
like a rat.

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

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

you worry for me!
one on me!

Meanwhile, I will my own glass
to how you me fast
and expendable,
and I will drink to excellent health,
and cruelty.
you have one on me?

as a child,
when you me in your arms,
and I that 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,
with no on him now,
and I so bad,
cause I didn't how
to bad enough
to him proud.

Well daddy longlegs, are
longlegs, are you?
longlegs, are you proud?