Luyện nghe bài hát Milton

Now, I'll tell ya a tale that'll bust yer
only a few people knew, ta start
It all took place when our concert tour was booked at the Hilton?
guarantee ev'ry word's the Gospel truth
Got ta prove it, too,
we all toured with a fella by the name a' Milton

Now Milton was o-fficial director,
Electrical plug connector
An' the slave-drivin'-est conductor
we ever seen in our lives
He'd say "Whaddya mean, ya more rest?
"The world care whether ya look yer best!
"Simply show up promptly at six A.M. with your ...and your wives!"

[Choir; in sorta of "Bringing In The Sheaves"
Shall we at the airport?

always arrive in the nick a' time
A good five minutes ahead a' flight
A-lookin' like he'd been through a needle's eye
He'd stand there, and about ta choke
On his Egg McMuffin an' his giant
An' then he'd throw all the on the counter and say
"Check the bags and fly!"
"Well, whaddya mean, this is too weight?
"We only got forty-six a' freight!
"And if it don't go, who's gonna explain it to our fan in Tacoma?"

all get embarassed an' head for the plane
While Milton stood there, profane
But he always managed ta get on board ...in sort of a coma

When the drinks were up yonder...

Well, we deplaned at th' end
All the trouble to commence again
Though Milton had three station wagons, a pickup truck and a limo
And though he'd phoned to that Number Two
Cussin' an' fussin' an' blue
always end up with two Datsoons and a Pinto

Now Milton took all a' stuff in stride
on the floor, an' kicked an' cried
But we looked up to him for hope and salvation
But we'd to the bottom a' trav'lers hell
When he'd check us in a motel
And he'd grab the by his shirt an' tie an' say
"Whaddya mean, reservacines?"

Milton's bolder...

He'd shut in room one-oh-four
Let in 'til he swept the floor
Adjusted the lampshade, aligned the TV, the faucet, called the promoter
"Well, whaddya mean we're the show?
"You're puttin' me on! stars, ya know!
"And this ain't the way we was treated last summer at Six Over Dakota!
"Now we gotta have a hunnert top billing,
"Two-thirds in advance, a' course, you silly!
"I'm sure we prefer a chauffered limosine and two air-conditioned rooms, please.
"I'm what? Well, so's wife! She's not? Well, to each his own.
"Beg pardon, it in my what? Well, really, Merle who?"

William Morris, us working...

Now, Milton was a real good a' mine
An' we'd stuck together on down line
But was one or two points over which we just had to dee-bate
Like
Is not necessarily an assurance that the ain't gonna start throwin' tomatas
An' ya arrive at four for a five o'clock show
An' the stage ain't an' there's no electricity
About all ya do is sit on yer butt an' cut bait
However, you give ol' four strong bodies, a nine-foot grand, a beer and a cigarette
An' you just knew that was gonna be ...outta state

Bringing in the
in the bread...

Now one up there in Washington
We didn't get for a show we'd done
An' ol' Milton couldn't live with that; his brain just shorted out.
Well, he locked himself in the
An' then when he didn't out for an hour an' a half
We figgered that somethin' was wrong, but we had to remove all
We transfixed in shock and horror
When we busted that there bathroom door
And I hope I never see a sight that again; no, I don't
There was to do but close our eyes, an' bow our heads, an' vocalize
With a silent acapella hymn, for him

What a we had in Milton...

Now gettin' ready, come next December
To put concert tour together
And I'm sad to say ol' Milton ain't a-gonna be us
No, it ain't gonna be the same
When they introduce us his name
So Milton, wherever you are, we hope you us!
See, has moved on down the road
the rainbow, lookin' for gold
Yeah, he's up there the stage lights is always on
But we forget that curly hair
When we saw him a-settin' there
Holdin' his tambourine, his thumb, an' sound asleep on the john