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

California, I Come
written by Meyer, Al Jolson and Buddy G. De Sylva
jack was poker faced with bullets backed with bitches
neal hunched at the wheel puttin everyone in
braggin bout this nurse he screwed while drivin nebraska
and when she came she honked the horn and neal barely missed a
truck and then he asked her if she'd like to come like that to
see a red head in a uniform will get you horny
with her hairnet and those shoes and a name tag and a hat
she like andy granatelli and knew how to fix a flat
and jack was almost at the bottom of his md neal was yellin
out the window tryin to buy bennies from a lincoln
of mexicans whose left rear tire blowed and the sonsobitches
prit near almost ran off the

well the nurse had spilled the manoshevitz all up and down her
she lit the map on fire neal just had to guess
should we try and find a bootleg route or a fillin open
the nurse was dumpin out her lookin for an envelope and
was out of cigarettes we crossed the yellow line
the gas pumps looked like tombstones from
felt lonelier than a parking lot when the last car away
and the moonlight the double breasted foothills
in the mirror weaving negligee and a black brassiere
the was runnin hot and almost out of gas
just then nightingale dropped her drawers and
stuck her fat ass way out of the window with a
wilson tune
and shouted get a load of this and the finger to the moon

countin one eyed jacks and dixie in the car
neal was doin least a hundred we saw a fallin star
florence wished that would hold her stead of chewin
his jack was noddin out and dreamin he was in a bar
with parker on the bandstand not a worry in the world
and a glass of beer in one hand and his arm a girl
and was singin to the nurse
underneath a harlem
and somehow you could just tell we'd be in california