Luyện nghe bài hát A Most Disgusting Song

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

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

A disgusting song.

The local bop pimp comes in
Acting limp he sits down a grin
next to a girl that has been chased
The bartender wipes a smile off his
The cross the floor,
curtsy and promenade 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 drinking the
that cannot remove hurts

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

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

Yeah, every night the same old thing
Getting high, drunk, getting horny
At the "Inn-Between", again.

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

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

And there's the with his store-bought soul
There's someone here who's almost a 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 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 were

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