Luyện nghe bài hát Medley: Jack & Neal/california, Here I Come

California, Here I
by Joseph Meyer, Al Jolson and Buddy G. De Sylva
jack was sittin poker faced bullets backed with bitches
neal hunched at the wheel everyone in stiches
braggin bout this nurse he screwed while drivin through
and when she came she honked the horn and neal just missed a
truck and then he her if she'd like to come like that to californy
see a red head in a will always get you horny
with her hairnet and white shoes and a name tag and a hat
she drove like andy granatelli and how to fix a flat
and jack was at the bottom of his md 2020 neal was yellin
out the window tryin to buy some bennies from a
of mexicans whose left rear tire blowed and the sonsobitches
prit near ran off the road

well the nurse had spilled the all up and down her dress
then she lit the map on fire neal had to guess
should we try and a bootleg route or a fillin station open
the nurse was dumpin out her purse lookin for an and
jack was out of cigarettes we crossed the line
the gas pumps looked like tombstones from
felt lonelier than a lot when the last car pulls away
and the moonlight dressed the breasted foothills
in the weaving outa negligee and a black brassiere
the mercury was runnin hot and out of gas
just then nightingale dropped her drawers and
her fat ass half way out of the window with a
wilson pickett
and shouted get a of this and gave the finger to the moon

countin one eyed jacks and whistling in the car
neal was doin least a hundred when we saw a fallin
florence wished that neal would hold her stead of
his jack was noddin out and dreamin he was in a bar
with charlie parker on the bandstand not a worry in the
and a glass of beer in one hand and his arm around a
and neal was to the nurse
a harlem moon
and somehow you just tell we'd be in california soon