Luyện nghe bài hát Spaghetti Strapped

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

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

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

2]
Spaghetti strapped, another lap the track
I had to suffer punching onto back
What's up with
the independence?
Find the dotted line acquainted with and friendship
But damn got rushed, can't stop
What's the big fuss it was a little hand job
So what if her friend took off her bra and socks and
It was like a
Why the witnesses positioned up in your business
Like they're invested in your interests
Who I be with, and who I leave
Affects this vicarious life that the weak
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 wanna know if I can get you out your girl

3]
From the star-fuckers to the hard
Passing on none
Everyone's got scars
Some of them never heal
Sometimes you gotta step you wanna see how the weather feels
You avoid them or fill a void with 'em
If you're nuts you'll enjoy trying to make him your
I'm like a pile of paper and ribbons the day Christmas
(Naw, naw for real I will take my clothes off right girl)
Who to help me, I'm looking for a muse
This time around I'm trying to up the blues
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 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 that wet off now