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 houses, concert halls, halfway houses.

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

A most song.

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

And Jimmy "Bad Luck" Butts
who's just crazy about them East Lafayette sluts
Talking is the in crumpled up shirt
And everyone's the detergents
cannot remove their hurts

While the Mafia provides drugs,
your government will the shrugs,
and national guard 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, every night it's the old thing
Getting high, getting drunk, getting
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 give love, could only fearfully clench

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

And there's the militant with his 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 half

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

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