Luyện nghe bài hát A Most Disgusting Song

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

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

A disgusting song.

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

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

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

And there's old Ralph
who's always been than himself,
and there's a man with his in his hand,
who knows than 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 skirt up and sighs
and there's the teacher that kiss you in French
Who could never give love, could only fearfully

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

And there's the militant his store-bought soul
There's here 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 half

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

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