Luyện nghe bài hát Spaghetti Strapped

Hey
What you like?
I have seen you get up, and go to that
Like five or six times in the last twenty
What the going on?

1]
Under the great wide sky
Still the same guy watching the dry
With bloodshot eyes
My still hates me like you know she should
the simple things in life don't get overlooked
But now I'm here with a glass full of
Positioned in my chair to watch your ass from a
Hungover and horny, old man
Weed drunk leaving tips for the dope man
impress her with my jukebox selections
Spit a couple words in exchange for
And if those legs work as as they look girl
You can walk up and down the page in my
Can you spell
Come get your wet
Let me make up pet names for all little regrets
(Here let me buy you a as a token of my erection)
Hoping that you'll open up and put down your

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

2]
Spaghetti strapped, another lap the track
I had to suffer onto somebody's back
What's up that?
the independence?
Find the dotted line between with and friendship
But damn got head rushed, 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 a massage-a-trois
Why the witnesses positioned up in your business
they're invested in your best interests
Who I be with, and who I with
Affects this life that the weak live
Guess now the on me to charm you
Relieve you of weapon, disarm you
See if I can get you off barstool
We all wanna know if I can get you out your girl

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