Luyện nghe bài hát A Most Disgusting Song

I've every kind of gig there is to play now
I've faggot bars, hooker bars, motor cycle funerals
In houses, concert halls, halfway 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, maybe you'll see someone you in this song.

A disgusting song.

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

And Jimmy "Bad Luck" Butts
who's just crazy about them East Lafayette weekend
is the lawyer in crumpled up shirt
And everyone's drinking the
that remove their hurts

the Mafia provides your drugs,
your will 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 he'll ever understand.

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

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

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

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

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

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