Luyện nghe bài hát A Most Disgusting Song

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

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

A disgusting song.

The local bop pimp comes in
Acting limp he sits down with a
to a girl that has never been chased
The bartender wipes a off his face
The delegates the floor,
curtsy and through the doors,
and slowly the begins.

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

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

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

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

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

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

And the militant with his store-bought soul
someone here who's almost a virgin I've been told
And there's Linda who speaks 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, and the dyed haired blondes,
Who talk to dogs, chase broads and have of being mobbed,
who mislay their dreams and lay claim that they were robbed

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