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 poker faced with bullets backed with
neal at the wheel puttin everyone in stiches
braggin this nurse he screwed while drivin through nebraska
and she came she honked the horn and neal just barely missed a
truck and then he asked her if she'd to come like that to californy
see a red in a uniform will always get you horny
her hairnet and those 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 tryin to buy some bennies from a lincoln
full of mexicans whose left rear blowed and the sonsobitches
prit near almost ran off the

well the had spilled the manoshevitz all up and down her dress
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
jack was out of we crossed the yellow line
the gas pumps looked like tombstones from
felt lonelier than a parking lot the last car pulls away
and the moonlight dressed the double foothills
in the weaving outa negligee and a black brassiere
the mercury was runnin hot and out of gas
just then florence nightingale dropped her and
her fat ass half way out of the window with a
wilson tune
and shouted get a load of this and the finger to the moon

countin one 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 not a worry in the world
and a glass of in one hand and his arm around a girl
and was singin to the nurse
underneath a harlem
and somehow you could just tell be in california soon