Luyện nghe bài hát Spaghetti Strapped

Hey
What you lookin'
I have you get up, and go to that bathroom
five or six times in the last twenty minutes
What the going on?

1]
Under the wide gray sky
Still the guy watching the paint dry
With snake eyes
My lady still hates me like you know she
Because the things in life don't get overlooked
But now I'm here with a full of beer
in my chair to watch your ass from a mirror
Hungover and horny, old man
Weed junky drunk leaving tips for the man
I'll her with my jukebox selections
Spit a words in exchange for affection
And if those legs work as good as they look
You can up and down the page in my book
Can you secret?
Come get your wet
Let me make up pet for all your little regrets
(Here let me buy you a as a token of my erection)
Hoping you'll open up and put down your weapons

Up, up, girl let your strap down, put strap down
Up, up, girl put your strap

2]
Spaghetti strapped, another lap the track
I had to suffer punching onto somebody's
up with that?
Where's the
Find the dotted line acquainted with and friendship
But got head rushed, can't stop
What's the big fuss it was just a hand job
So what if her friend took off her bra and socks and
It was like a
Why the witnesses positioned up in your business
Like invested in your best interests
Who I be with, and who I leave
Affects this life that the weak live
Guess now the on me to charm you
Relieve you of your weapon, you
See if I can get you off this
We all wanna know if I can get you out clothes girl

3]
From the star-fuckers to the hard
Passing judgment on
Everyone's got mother
of them will never heal
Sometimes you step aside; you wanna see how the weather feels
You can't avoid them or a void with 'em
If you're nuts you'll enjoy trying to make him boyfriend
I'm like a pile of paper and ribbons the day Christmas
(Naw, naw for real I will take my clothes off right girl)
Who to help me, I'm looking for a muse
time around I'm trying to cook up the blues
Let's make a little love, a little
A little give and take and give it to the kids that can
And we don't have a choice
It's the balance, the bits between your ears and my
So praise God that the ain't stopped
Let's head to my spot and take that wet off now