Luyện nghe bài hát A Most Disgusting Song

I've every kind of gig there is to play now
I've played faggot bars, hooker bars, motor 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 people
So if you'll listen, maybe you'll see someone you know in song.

A most song.

The local diddy bop comes in
Acting limp he down with a grin
next to a girl that has never chased
The bartender a smile off his face
The cross the floor,
curtsy and through the doors,
and the evening begins.

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

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

And old playboy Ralph
who's always been shorter 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
Getting high, getting drunk, horny
At the "Inn-Between", again.

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

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

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

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

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