Luyện nghe bài hát Spaghetti Strapped

Hey
What you like?
I have seen you get up, and go to bathroom
Like five or six in the last twenty minutes
the hell's going on?

1]
Under the great gray sky
Still the same guy the paint dry
With bloodshot eyes
My lady still hates me like you she should
Because the simple in life don't get overlooked
But now I'm here with a glass of beer
Positioned in my chair to watch your ass a mirror
Hungover and horny, old man
Weed junky drunk leaving tips for the man
impress her with my jukebox selections
Spit a words in exchange for affection
And if legs work as good as they look girl
You can walk up and 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 drink as a of my erection)
Hoping you'll open up and put down your weapons

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

2]
Spaghetti strapped, lap around the track
I had to suffer punching onto somebody's
What's up that?
the independence?
Find the line between acquainted with and friendship
But damn got rushed, can't stop
the big fuss it was just a little hand job
So what if her friend took off her bra and socks and
It was a massage-a-trois
Why the witnesses positioned up in your business
Like they're invested in best interests
Who I be with, and who I with
Affects this vicarious life 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
judgment on none
Everyone's got mother
Some of them never heal
Sometimes you gotta step aside; you see how the weather feels
You can't avoid them or fill a with 'em
If you're nuts you'll enjoy trying to him your boyfriend
I'm like a pile of paper and the day after Christmas
(Naw, naw for real I take my clothes off right here girl)
Who wants to help me, I'm for a muse
This time around I'm trying to cook up the
Let's make a little love, a little
A little give and take and give it to the kids can relate
And we don't even have a
It's the balance, the bits between ears and my voice
So praise God the rain ain't stopped
Let's to my spot and take that wet tank-top off now