Luyện nghe bài hát A Most Disgusting Song

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

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

A most song.

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

And Jimmy "Bad Luck" Butts
who's just crazy them East Lafayette weekend sluts
Talking is the lawyer in crumpled up
And everyone's drinking the
that cannot remove hurts

the Mafia provides your drugs,
your government will the shrugs,
and your national 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, every night 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 whispers up and
and there's the teacher that will kiss you in
Who could give love, could only fearfully clench

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

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

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

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