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

California, I Come
written by Meyer, Al Jolson and Buddy G. De Sylva
was sittin poker faced with bullets backed with bitches
neal hunched at the wheel puttin everyone in
braggin bout nurse he screwed while drivin through nebraska
and when she came she honked the horn and neal just barely a
truck and he asked her if she'd like to come like that to californy
see a red head in a uniform will get you horny
with her hairnet and those white shoes and a 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 to buy some bennies from a lincoln
full of mexicans whose left rear tire blowed and the
near almost ran off the road

well the nurse had spilled the all up and down her dress
she lit the map on fire neal just had to guess
should we try and find a bootleg or a fillin station 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 tombstones from here
felt lonelier than a parking lot the last car pulls away
and the moonlight dressed the breasted foothills
in the mirror weaving outa negligee and a brassiere
the was runnin hot and almost out of gas
just then florence nightingale dropped her and
her fat ass half way out of the window with a
wilson pickett
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 that neal would her stead of chewin
his jack 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 was singin to the nurse
a harlem moon
and somehow you could just tell we'd be in california