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, motor funerals
In opera houses, concert halls, houses.

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

A disgusting song.

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

And there's Jimmy "Bad Luck"
who's just crazy about East Lafayette weekend sluts
is the lawyer in crumpled up shirt
And everyone's drinking the
cannot remove their hurts

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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