Luyện nghe bài hát Spaghetti Strapped

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

1]
Under the great gray sky
Still the guy watching the paint dry
With bloodshot eyes
My lady still hates me you know she should
Because the simple in life don't get overlooked
But now I'm here with a full of beer
Positioned in my chair to watch your ass a mirror
and horny, dirty old man
Weed junky drunk leaving tips for the man
impress her with my jukebox selections
Spit a words in exchange for affection
And if those legs work as good as look girl
You can walk up and the page in my book
Can you secret?
get your feet wet
Let me make up pet for all your little regrets
(Here let me buy you a as a token of my erection)
Hoping that you'll up and put down your weapons

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

2]
Spaghetti strapped, lap around the track
I had to suffer onto somebody's back
What's up with
Where's the
Find the dotted line between acquainted and friendship
But damn got head rushed, can't
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 a massage-a-trois
Why the witnesses always positioned up in your
Like they're invested in best interests
Who I be with, and who I leave
Affects this vicarious life that the 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 know if I can get you out your clothes girl

3]
From the star-fuckers to the lovers
Passing judgment on
got scars mother
Some of will never heal
Sometimes you step 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 the day after Christmas
(Naw, naw for real I will my clothes off right here girl)
Who wants to help me, I'm for a muse
This time around I'm 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 your ears and my voice
So praise God that the rain ain't
Let's to my spot and take that wet tank-top off now