Luyện nghe bài hát A Most Disgusting Song

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

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

A disgusting song.

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

And Jimmy "Bad Luck" Butts
who's just crazy about them East weekend sluts
Talking is the in crumpled up shirt
And everyone's the detergents
that cannot remove their

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

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

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

And there's the bearded with the wooden eyes.
Who at every skirt whispers up and sighs
and the teacher that will kiss you in French
Who could give love, could only fearfully clench

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

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

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

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