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 houses, concert halls, halfway houses.

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

A most song.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And the militant with his store-bought soul
There's someone here who's almost a virgin been told
And there's Linda glass-made who of the past
who genuflects, salutes, the cross and stands at half 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 and have hopes of being mobbed,
who mislay their dreams and lay their claim that were robbed

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