Luyện nghe bài hát Spaghetti Strapped

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

1]
Under the wide gray sky
Still the same guy watching the dry
With snake eyes
My lady still hates me like you know she
Because the simple in life don't get overlooked
But now I'm here with a glass of beer
in my chair to watch your ass from a mirror
Hungover and horny, old man
junky drunk leaving tips for the dope man
I'll her with my jukebox selections
Spit a couple words in exchange for
And if those legs work as good as look girl
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 as a token 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, put your strap down

2]
Spaghetti strapped, another lap the track
I had to suffer punching onto back
What's up that?
the independence?
Find the dotted line between with and friendship
But got head rushed, can't stop
What's the big fuss it was a little hand 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 business
Like they're invested in best interests
Who I be with, and who I leave
this vicarious life that the weak live
Guess now the on me to charm you
you of your weapon, disarm you
See if I can get you off this
We all wanna if I can get you out your clothes girl

3]
From the star-fuckers to the hard
judgment on none
Everyone's got mother
Some of will never heal
Sometimes you gotta aside; you wanna see how the weather feels
You can't avoid or fill a void with 'em
If you're nuts you'll trying to make him your boyfriend
I'm like a pile of paper and ribbons the day Christmas
(Naw, naw for I will take my clothes off right here girl)
Who wants to help me, I'm looking for a
This around I'm trying to cook up the blues
Let's make a little love, a little
A little and take and give it to the kids that can relate
And we even have a choice
It's the balance, the between your ears and my voice
So praise God that the ain't stopped
Let's head to my and take that wet tank-top off now