Luyện nghe bài hát Spaghetti Strapped

Hey
What you lookin'
I have seen you get up, and go to that
Like or six times in the last twenty minutes
What the hell's on?

1]
Under the wide gray sky
Still the guy watching the paint dry
With bloodshot eyes
My lady still me like you know she should
the simple things in life don't get overlooked
But now I'm with a glass full of beer
Positioned in my chair to watch ass from a mirror
and horny, dirty old man
Weed junky leaving tips for the dope man
I'll impress her with my jukebox
Spit a couple in exchange for affection
And if those legs work as good as look girl
You can up and down the page in my book
Can you secret?
get your feet wet
Let me make up pet names for all your little
(Here let me buy you a drink as a of my erection)
Hoping that you'll up and put down your weapons

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

2]
Spaghetti strapped, lap around the track
I had to suffer punching onto back
What's up that?
the independence?
Find the dotted line between acquainted and friendship
But damn got head rushed, can't
the big fuss it was just a little hand job
So what if her friend off her bra and socks and drawers
It was like a
Why the witnesses always positioned up in your
Like they're invested in best interests
Who I be with, and who I leave
Affects this vicarious life the weak live
now the pressure's on me to charm you
Relieve you of weapon, disarm you
See if I can get you off barstool
We all know if I can get you out your clothes girl

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