Luyện nghe bài hát Memo From Turner

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

Aw, you that Jew in Rampton
As he his sleeveless shirt
You know, that gentlemen
The one we all called

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

I remember you in Road
In fifty-six
You're a faggy leather boy
With a smaller piece of

You're a lashing, hunk of man
Your sweat shines sweet and
Your organs working
But there's a that's not screwed on

Weren't you at the Coke
Back on sixty-five
the misbred, gray executive
I've heavily advertised

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

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

When the old men do the
And the young men all on
And the young eat their mothers meat
From tubes of

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

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

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