Luyện nghe bài hát Camarillo Brillo (Live At The Palladium, NYC / 10-28-77 / Show 1)

She had that Camarillo
Flamin' out her head,
I her Mendocino bean-o
By where some had made it red

She ruled the of the Short Forest
And newt in Idaho
And every cricket who had
By the in Buffalo

She said she was a Mama
And she could throw a mean
And carried on a comma
she was someone I should know

She had a for a pet
And an
And she was breeding a
But she done yet
She had gray-green
A doll a pin
I told her she was
But I couldn't in
(I come in right then...)

And so she wandered the doorway
Just a shadow from the tomb
She her stereo was four-way
And I'd love it in her room

Well, I was born to have
So I just followed up the
Right her fuming incense stencher
To where she hung her

She stripped her rancid poncho
And laid out by the door
We did it we were un-concho
And it was any more

She had a for a pet
And an
And she was breeding a
But she wasn't yet
She had skin
A doll a pin
I her she was alright
But I come in
(actually, I was very then)

And so she through the doorway
Just like a shadow the tomb
She her stereo was four-way
And I'd just it in her room

Well, I was born to adventure
So I followed up the steps
Right her fuming incense stencher
To she hung her castanets

She she was a Magic Mama
And she could throw a Tarot
And carried on a comma
That she was someone I should

(Is a real poncho, I mean
Is that a Mexican poncho or is a Sears poncho?
Hmmm... no fooling...)