Luyện nghe bài hát Memo From Turner

Didn't I see you in San Antone
On a hot and dusty
We were eating eggs in
When the man there drew his knife

Aw, you drowned Jew in Rampton
As he his sleeveless shirt
You know, that Spanish-speaking
The one we all Kurt

Come now,
I know there's mistake
How I'm becoming
Now you fixed your straight

I you in Hemlock Road
In nineteen
You're a faggy leather boy
With a piece of stick

a lashing, smashing hunk of man
Your shines sweet and strong
Your working perfectly
But there's a that's not screwed on

Weren't you at the convention
Back on sixty-five
You're the misbred, gray
seen heavily advertised

You're the great, gray man whose licks
Policemen's buttons
the man who squats behind the man
Who works the soft

Come now,
Your is all I crave
You'll still be in the when I'm laughing
in my grave

When the old men do the
And the men all look on
And the young girls eat their meat
tubes of plasticon

Be wary of these my gentle
Of all the you breed
They have a tasty
They eat the hands bleed

So who you say you are
And keep noses clean
Boys be boys and play with toys
So be strong your beast

Oh dear, don'tcha think it's queer
So stop me if you
The baby is dead, my lady
"You gentlemen, why you all for me?"