Luyện nghe bài hát A Most Disgusting Song

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

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

A most song.

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

And there's "Bad Luck" Butts
just crazy about them East Lafayette weekend sluts
Talking is the lawyer in crumpled up
And drinking the detergents
that remove their hurts

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

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

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

And there's the schoolboy with the wooden eyes.
Who at scented skirt whispers up and sighs
and the teacher that will kiss you in French
Who could never love, could only 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 store-bought
There's someone here who's almost a virgin been told
And there's Linda glass-made who of the past
who genuflects, salutes, signs the cross and stands at masts

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

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