Luyện nghe bài hát Memo From Turner

Didn't I see you in San Antone
On a hot and night?
We were eggs in Sammy's
When the black man there his knife

Aw, you that Jew in Rampton
As he washed his sleeveless
You know, that Spanish-speaking
The one we all called

now, gentleman
I know there's mistake
How I'm becoming
Now you fixed your straight

I remember you in Hemlock
In fifty-six
a faggy little leather boy
With a smaller piece of

You're a lashing, hunk of man
Your shines sweet and strong
Your organs working
But a part that's not screwed on

you at the Coke convention
Back on sixty-five
You're the misbred, gray
seen heavily advertised

You're the great, gray man whose daughter
buttons clean
You're the man who squats the man
Who works the machine

Come now,
love is all I crave
You'll still be in the circus when I'm
Laughing in my

the old men do the fighting
And the young men all on
And the young girls eat their meat
tubes of plasticon

Be of these my gentle friends
Of all the skins you
They have a tasty
They eat the that bleed

So who you say you are
And keep noses clean
will be boys and play with toys
So be strong with your

Oh Rosie dear, think it's queer
So stop me if you
The baby is dead, my lady
"You gentlemen, why you all for me?"