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 with backed with bitches
neal hunched at the puttin everyone in stiches
braggin bout this nurse he screwed while drivin through
and when she came she the horn and neal just barely missed a
truck and then he asked her if like to come like that to californy
see a red head in a uniform will always get you
her hairnet and those white shoes and a name tag and a hat
she like andy granatelli and knew how to fix a flat
and was almost at the bottom of his md 2020 neal was yellin
out the window tryin to buy some bennies a lincoln
full of mexicans whose left rear blowed and the sonsobitches
prit near ran off the road

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 a bootleg route or a fillin station open
the nurse was out her purse lookin for an envelope and
was out of cigarettes we crossed the yellow line
the gas pumps looked like from here
felt lonelier than a parking lot when the last car away
and the dressed the double breasted foothills
in the mirror outa negligee and a black brassiere
the mercury was runnin hot and out of gas
just florence nightingale dropped her drawers and
her fat ass half way out of the window with a
wilson tune
and shouted get a load of this and gave the finger to the

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