Luyện nghe bài hát Cosmik Debris (Live / 12-9-73 / Show 1)

The Man came over
An' he "I'm outa-sight!"
He said, for a service charge,
I could Nirvana t'nite
If I was ready, 'n able
To pay him his fee
He would drop all the rest of his pressing
And devote His to me
But I . . .
here brother,
Who you jivin' with that Cosmik
(Now who you jivin' with that Debris?)
here brother,
Don't you waste your on me

The Man got nervous
An' he around a bit
He in the pocket of his Mystery Robe
An' he out a shaving kit
Now, I it was a razor
An' a can of goo
But he told me then when the top popped open
There was nothin' his box do
the oil of Afro-dytee
An' the dust of the Grand
He
"You might not this,
little fella, but it'll your Asthma too!"
An' I . . .
here brother,
Who you with that Cosmik Debris?
(Now what of a geroo are you anyway?)
Look brother,
Don't you waste time on me
Don't waste yer . . .

got troubles of my own, I said
An' you help me out
So take your an' your preparations
An' ram it up yer
"BUT I GOT A KRISTL BOL!", he
An' held it to the
So I it
All away him
An' I him how to do it right
I wrapped a newspaper my head
So I'd look I was Deep
I said some Jumbos then
An' him he was goin' to sleep
I his rings
An' pocket
An' else I found
I had sucker hypnotized
He couldn't even a sound
I proceeded to tell him his future
As as he was hanging around,
I
"The price of meat has gone up
An' yer ol' lady has gone down . . . "
here brother,
Who you jivin' that Cosmik Debris?
(Now is a real poncho or is that a Sears poncho?)
you know,
You could make money as a butcher,
So don't you waste your on me
(Don't it, don't waste your time on me . . .)
Ohm shonty, ohm shonty, ohm