Luyện nghe bài hát Milton

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

Now Milton was tour director,
Electrical piano-playin' plug
An' the travel conductor
That we seen in our lives
He'd say "Whaddya mean, ya need more
"The world care whether ya look yer best!
"Simply show up promptly at six A.M. with instruments ...and your wives!"

in sorta of "Bringing In The Sheaves" way]
Shall we at the airport?

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

We'd all get embarassed an' head for the
While stood there, bein' profane
But somehow he always managed ta get on board ...in sort of a

When the drinks were up yonder...

Well, we deplaned at th' end
All the seemed to commence again
Though Milton had ordered station wagons, a pickup truck and a limo
And he'd phoned ahead to that Number Two
Cussin' an' an' turnin' blue
We'd always end up with two and a Pinto

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

Milton's bolder...

He'd shut in room one-oh-four
Let nobody in 'til he the floor
Adjusted the lampshade, aligned the TV, fixed the faucet, called the
"Well, whaddya mean we're the warmup
"You're puttin' me on! stars, ya know!
"And this ain't the way we was treated summer at Six Flags 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 and two air-conditioned dressing rooms, please.
"I'm what? Well, your 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 friend a' mine
An' we'd stuck together on down line
But was one or two points over which we just had to dee-bate
takin'-your-clothes-off-an'-hangin'-from-a-cross-in-front-a'-the-Tri-County-Fairgrounds
Is not necessarily an assurance that the crowd ain't gonna throwin' tomatas
An' when ya arrive at for a five o'clock show
An' the stage ain't built an' there's no
all ya could 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 show was gonna be ...outta state

Bringing in the
in the bread...

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

What a we had in Milton...

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