Luyện nghe bài hát Sweat Beatrice

Hanging with my amour
She came out with a roar
Yelling, "I'm going to the store,
Be at quarter to four"
"Don't slam pinkies in the drawer"
She can be like a maiden the days of yore
out at Studio 54
Break dancing on the slick brick disco
With Richie
Who, by the way, was a
One time she mouth-to-mouth to a snaggle tooth boar
Who couldn't breat right the Vietnam War
Then she Chinese Checkers with Skeletor
And camping with Eva Gabor
She's my sweet
She's my sweet
She's my sweet
And coming home
I got a picture of her down by the
Wearing a made of purple velour
Her hair's up like Conway pompadour
the smile of Guy LeFleur
She got the ups and downs an elevator
But deep inside she's a marshmellow
Can bake a as big as Jupitor
Either or, nor
She'll it with your Labrador
She can run than a blazing meteor
Winnie the Pooh and his friend Eeyore
Can make a pipe out of an core
That's a trick she learned from Parrish
Down in
You know
She's my sweet
She's my sweet
my sweet Beatrice
And coming home
Well, for she opened the door
out a 3-ft fishing lure
Sexually, made me insecure
Like the time I was a
On Elton tour
She said, "Let's go some Piscatore!"
I said, "Beatrice, you eat fish no more."
She said, "By God, right!"
So we took ourselves a
And when we woke up 10 later
We Love Du Jour
She's my sweet
She's my sweet
my sweet Beatrice
And she home
She to clean out the attic every now and then
She's knit me a brand new golfing bag
We watch ourselves a John Wayne movie
Then we gonna free all the at the kennel
She gonna try on my third grade
She'll keep 'em on even though way too small
Well, she ain't never hurt me
She never gonna let me down
She never gonna tell nobody
I'm of birds and spiders
Well,





And she Pat Summerall