Luyện nghe bài hát My Friend

Hey, out for my glass up there, man!
That's my drink, man, my drink, alright...
it a double, or eh...
Somebody has to
Some will sing?
will sing, right?
(I know!)

Y'all me that bottle,
And I'll you all a real song
Yeah!
Let me get my key, ahum!

Well, I'm through Harlem
my stomach squeal just a little
A stagecoach of feathers and footprints,
pulls up to box door
Now a lady with a handled necktie
Tied to the driver's
in my face,
bourbon and possessed words
& "Haven't I seen you in hell,
or was it an accident?"
(You know how I then, and so:)

Before I ask "was it the East or West side?"
my feet howled in pain
The wheels of a bandwagon cut deep,
but not as deep in my mind as the
And as they pulled away I see her words
Stagger and on my muddy tent
Well I picked them up, brushed off,
to see what say,
and you believe:
`Come around to my room, with the in the middle,
and bring the bottle and a president'

And eh sometimes not so easy, baby
when your only friend,
talks, sees, looks and like you,
and you do the same as him
(Gets very lonely up road, baby)
(Yeah, hmmm, yeah)
(Got to say!)

I'm riding through LA (huh),
on a bicycle for fools
And I seen one of my old
And he say, "you don't look the way you do"
I say, "well, some people look a coin-box"
He say, "look you ain't got no coins to spare"
And I laid and I thought to myself, and I said this:
I just picked up my pride from the pay phone,
and combed this breath out of my hair
And sometimes not so easy
Especially when your friend
talk, sees, looks and like you,
and you do the same as him

got out of a Scandinavian jail,
and I'm on my way home to you
But I feel so I take a quick look in the mirror,
to make sure my here with me too
And you know good I don't drink coffee,
so you fill my cup of sand
And the tea leaves on the bottom
Sharing lipstick around the edge
And my coat you let your dog lay by the fire on
And your cat he attacked me from his pill-box
And I you were my friend too
Man, my shadow comes in before you
I'm finding out that eh not so easy
Specially when your only
Talks, looks, sees and feels you,
and you do the just like him

(Lord it's so here, hmmm, yeah)
Yeah!
(Pass me bottle over there...)
Yeah, yeah, okay...