Luyện nghe bài hát Spaghetti Strapped

Hey
What you lookin'
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 wide gray sky
Still the guy watching the paint dry
With bloodshot eyes
My lady hates me like you know she should
Because the simple things in life get overlooked
But now I'm here with a glass full of
Positioned in my chair to watch ass from a mirror
and horny, dirty old man
Weed junky drunk leaving for the dope man
impress her with my jukebox selections
Spit a couple in exchange for affection
And if those legs as good as they look girl
You can walk up and the page in my book
Can you spell
get your feet wet
Let me make up pet names for all little regrets
(Here let me buy you a drink as a of my erection)
Hoping you'll open up and put down your weapons

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

2]
Spaghetti strapped, another lap the track
I had to suffer onto 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 like a
Why the witnesses always positioned up in your
Like they're invested in best interests
Who I be with, and who I with
Affects this life that the weak live
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 know if I can get you out your clothes girl

3]
From the to the hard lovers
Passing on none
Everyone's got scars
Some of will never heal
Sometimes you gotta step aside; you see how the weather feels
You can't avoid them or fill a void 'em
If you're nuts you'll enjoy trying to him your boyfriend
I'm like a of paper and ribbons 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 hate
A little give and take and it to the kids that can relate
And we don't even a choice
It's the balance, the bits between your and my voice
So praise God that the rain ain't
Let's head to my spot and take that wet off now