Luyện nghe bài hát Memo From Turner

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

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

Come now,
I there's some mistake
How forgetful I'm
Now you your business straight

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

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

Weren't you at the convention
Back on sixty-five
You're the misbred, executive
I've seen advertised

You're the great, gray man whose daughter
Policemen's 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 circus when I'm
in my grave

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

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

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

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