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

California, Here I
written by Joseph Meyer, Al and Buddy G. De Sylva
jack was sittin poker faced with bullets backed bitches
hunched at the wheel puttin everyone in stiches
braggin bout nurse he screwed while drivin through nebraska
and when she came she honked the and neal just barely missed a
truck and then he her if she'd like to come like that to californy
see a red head in a will always get you horny
with her and those white shoes and a name tag and a hat
she drove like andy and knew how to fix a flat
and jack was almost at the bottom of his md 2020 neal was
out the window tryin to buy bennies from a lincoln
full of mexicans whose left rear blowed and the sonsobitches
prit near ran off the road

well the nurse had the manoshevitz all up and down her dress
then she lit the map on neal just had to guess
should we try and find a bootleg route or a fillin open
the nurse was dumpin out her purse 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 when the car pulls away
and the moonlight dressed the breasted foothills
in the mirror weaving outa and a black brassiere
the mercury was runnin hot and out of gas
then florence nightingale dropped her drawers and
stuck her fat ass half way out of the with a
wilson pickett
and get a load of this and gave the finger to the moon

one eyed jacks and whistling dixie in the car
neal was doin a hundred when we saw a fallin star
wished that neal would hold her stead of chewin
his cigar jack was 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 around a
and neal was singin to the
underneath a harlem
and somehow you could just we'd be in california soon