Luyện nghe bài hát Memo From Turner

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

Aw, you drowned that Jew in
As he washed his sleeveless
You know, that gentlemen
The one we all Kurt

now, gentleman
I know there's mistake
How I'm becoming
Now you your business straight

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

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

you at the Coke convention
Back on nineteen
You're the misbred, executive
I've heavily advertised

You're the great, gray man whose licks
buttons clean
You're the man who behind the man
Who the soft machine

now, gentleman
Your love is all I
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 eat their mothers meat
tubes of plasticon

Be of these my gentle friends
Of all the skins you
They a tasty habit
They eat the hands that

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

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