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

California, Here I
written by Meyer, Al Jolson and Buddy G. De Sylva
jack was sittin faced with bullets backed with bitches
neal hunched at the puttin everyone in stiches
braggin bout this nurse he screwed drivin through nebraska
and when she came she honked the horn and neal just barely a
truck and then he asked her if she'd to come like that to californy
see a red head in a will always get you horny
with her hairnet and those white and a name tag and a hat
she drove like andy granatelli and knew how to fix a
and jack was at the bottom of his md 2020 neal was yellin
out the window tryin to buy some from 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 her dress
then she lit the map on fire just had to guess
we try and find a bootleg route or a fillin station open
the was dumpin out her purse lookin for an envelope and
was out of cigarettes we crossed the yellow line
the gas pumps looked like tombstones here
felt lonelier than a parking lot when the last car away
and the moonlight dressed the double breasted
in the mirror weaving outa negligee and a brassiere
the mercury was runnin hot and out of gas
just then florence nightingale her drawers and
her fat ass half way out of the window with a
wilson pickett
and shouted get a load of this and gave the to the moon

countin one jacks and whistling dixie in the car
neal was doin a hundred when 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 charlie on the bandstand not a worry in the world
and a glass of beer in one hand and his arm around a
and was singin to the nurse
underneath a harlem
and somehow you could just we'd be in california soon