Luyện nghe bài hát A Most Disgusting Song

I've played every kind of gig there is to now
I've played faggot bars, hooker bars, motor cycle
In opera houses, 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 someone you know in song.

A most song.

The diddy bop pimp comes in
Acting limp he sits down a grin
next to a girl that has never chased
The wipes a smile off his face
The delegates the floor,
curtsy and promenade 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 up shirt
And everyone's the detergents
that remove their hurts

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

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

Yeah, every night the same old thing
Getting high, 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 there's the teacher that will you in French
Who could never give love, could only fearfully

Yeah, people every 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 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 Tiny Tims and the Toms,
red heads brunettes, brownettes and the haired blondes,
Who talk to dogs, chase broads and 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, drunk, getting horny
Lost, even, at Martha's Vineyard,