Luyện nghe bài hát Spaghetti Strapped

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

1]
Under the great wide sky
Still the same guy watching the 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 glass full of
Positioned in my chair to watch your ass a mirror
and horny, dirty 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 good as they look
You can walk up and down the in my book
Can you spell
get your feet wet
Let me up pet names for all your little regrets
(Here let me buy you a drink as a of my erection)
Hoping that open up and put down your weapons

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

2]
Spaghetti strapped, another lap around the
I had to suffer punching onto back
What's up that?
Where's the
Find the dotted line between with and friendship
But damn got rushed, can't stop
What's the big fuss it was just a little job
So what if her took off her bra and socks and drawers
It was a massage-a-trois
Why the witnesses always positioned up in your
Like they're invested in your best
Who I be with, and who I with
Affects vicarious life that the weak live
Guess now the pressure's on me to 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 star-fuckers to the lovers
Passing on none
Everyone's got mother
Some of them never heal
Sometimes you gotta aside; you wanna see how the weather feels
You can't avoid them or fill a void 'em
If you're nuts you'll enjoy trying to make him boyfriend
I'm like a of paper and ribbons the day after Christmas
(Naw, naw for I will take my clothes off right here girl)
Who wants to help me, I'm for a muse
This time around I'm trying to up the blues
make a little love, a little hate
A little give and take and give it to the kids can relate
And we don't even a choice
It's the balance, the bits your ears and my voice
So praise God that the rain ain't
Let's head to my spot and take wet tank-top off now