Luyện nghe bài hát A Most Disgusting Song

I've played every kind of gig there is to now
I've faggot bars, hooker bars, motor cycle funerals
In opera houses, concert halls, houses.

Well I that in all these places that I've played
all the people I've played for are the same
So if you'll listen, maybe see someone you know in this song.

A most song.

The local diddy bop comes in
Acting limp he sits with a grin
next to a that has never been chased
The bartender a smile off his face
The cross the floor,
curtsy and promenade the doors,
and the evening begins.

And Jimmy "Bad Luck" Butts
just crazy about them East Lafayette weekend sluts
Talking is the in crumpled up shirt
And everyone's the detergents
that cannot remove their

While the provides your drugs,
your will provide the shrugs,
and your guard will supply the slugs,
so sit all satisfied.

And there's old Ralph
who's always been than himself,
and there's a man his chin in his hand,
who knows more than ever understand.

Yeah, every night it's the old thing
Getting high, getting drunk, getting
At the "Inn-Between", again.

And there's the schoolboy with the wooden eyes.
Who at scented skirt whispers up and sighs
and there's the that will kiss you in French
Who could never give love, could only clench

Yeah, people every night it's the same old
Getting pacified, ossified, affectionate at Mr. Flood's party,

And the militant with his store-bought soul
There's someone here who's almost a I've been told
And Linda glass-made who speaks of the past
who genuflects, salutes, signs the cross and stands at half

Yeah, They're all here, the Tims and the Uncle Toms,
red heads brunettes, brownettes and the dyed blondes,
Who talk to dogs, broads and have hopes of being mobbed,
who mislay their dreams and lay their claim that they robbed

And every night it's going to be the same old
high, getting drunk, getting horny
Lost, even, at Vineyard, again