Luyện nghe bài hát A Most Disgusting Song

I've played every 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 played for are the same
So if you'll listen, maybe you'll see someone you know in song.

A disgusting song.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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