Luyện nghe bài hát A Most Disgusting Song

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

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

A disgusting song.

The local diddy bop pimp in
Acting he sits down with a grin
next to a girl that has been chased
The bartender wipes a off his face
The delegates the floor,
curtsy and through the doors,
and the evening begins.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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