Luyện nghe bài hát Spaghetti Strapped

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

1]
Under the great gray sky
Still the same guy watching the dry
With snake eyes
My lady still me like you know she should
Because the simple things in life get overlooked
But now I'm here a glass full of beer
in my chair to watch your ass from a mirror
Hungover and horny, old man
Weed junky drunk 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 as they look girl
You can walk up and down the page in my
Can you secret?
get your feet wet
Let me make up pet names for all your little
(Here let me buy you a drink as a of my erection)
Hoping that you'll open up and put down weapons

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

2]
Spaghetti strapped, another lap the track
I had to suffer punching somebody's back
up with that?
Where's the
Find the dotted line acquainted with and friendship
But damn got head rushed, 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 always positioned up in your
Like they're invested in your best
Who I be with, and who I leave
Affects this vicarious life that the live
Guess now the pressure's on me to you
Relieve you of your weapon, you
See if I can get you off barstool
We all wanna know if I can get you out your clothes

3]
From the star-fuckers to the lovers
judgment on none
Everyone's got scars
Some of them never heal
Sometimes you step aside; 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 boyfriend
I'm like a pile of paper and the day after 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 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 bits between ears and my voice
So praise God that the rain ain't
Let's head to my and take that wet tank-top off now