Luyện nghe bài hát A Most Disgusting Song

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

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

A most song.

The diddy bop pimp comes in
Acting limp he down with a grin
next to a girl that has never chased
The bartender wipes a smile off his
The delegates the floor,
and promenade through the doors,
and the evening begins.

And Jimmy "Bad Luck" Butts
who's just crazy about them East Lafayette weekend
Talking is the lawyer in crumpled up
And drinking the detergents
that cannot their hurts

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

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

Yeah, every night it's the old thing
high, getting drunk, getting horny
At the "Inn-Between", again.

And there's the schoolboy with the wooden eyes.
Who at every skirt whispers up and sighs
and there's the teacher that will kiss you in
Who could never give love, could fearfully clench

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

And there's the militant with his soul
There's here who's almost a virgin I've been told
And there's Linda glass-made who speaks of the
who genuflects, salutes, signs the cross and stands at half

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

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