Luyện nghe bài hát A Most Disgusting Song

I've played every kind of gig there is to 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 played for are the same people
So if listen, maybe you'll see someone you know in this song.

A disgusting song.

The diddy bop pimp comes in
Acting limp he sits down a grin
next to a girl that has never been
The bartender wipes a smile off his
The delegates the floor,
curtsy and through the doors,
and slowly the begins.

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

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

And old playboy Ralph
who's always been than himself,
and there's a man his chin in his hand,
who knows more than 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 schoolboy the wooden eyes.
Who at every skirt whispers up and sighs
and the teacher that will kiss you in French
Who could give love, could only fearfully clench

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

And there's the militant with his soul
There's someone here 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 Tims and the Uncle 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 their claim that they robbed

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