Luyện nghe bài hát Memo From Turner

Didn't I see you down in San
On a hot and night?
We were eating in Sammy's
When the black man drew his knife

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

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

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

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

Weren't you at the convention
Back on nineteen
You're the misbred, gray
I've seen heavily

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

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

When the old men do the
And the men all look on
And the young girls eat their mothers
From of plasticon

Be wary of my gentle friends
Of all the skins you
have a tasty habit
They eat the that bleed

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

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