Luyện nghe bài hát A Most Disgusting Song

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

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

A disgusting song.

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

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

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

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

Yeah, every night the same old thing
Getting high, getting drunk, horny
At the "Inn-Between", again.

And there's the bearded schoolboy with the eyes.
Who at every scented whispers up and sighs
and there's the teacher will kiss you in French
Who could never love, could only fearfully clench

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

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

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

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