Luyện nghe bài hát A Most Disgusting Song

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

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

A disgusting song.

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

And there's Jimmy "Bad Luck"
who's just crazy about them Lafayette weekend sluts
Talking is the lawyer in up shirt
And drinking the detergents
that cannot remove hurts

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

And there's old 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 the teacher that will kiss you in French
Who could never give love, only fearfully clench

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

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

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

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