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 houses, concert halls, halfway houses.

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

A disgusting song.

The local bop pimp comes in
Acting limp he sits down with a
next to a girl that has been chased
The wipes a smile off his face
The delegates the floor,
curtsy and through the doors,
and the evening begins.

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

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

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

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

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

Yeah, people every 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 who's almost a virgin I've been told
And Linda glass-made who speaks of the past
who genuflects, salutes, signs the cross and stands at 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 broads and hopes of being mobbed,
who mislay their dreams and lay claim that they were robbed

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