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 washed his sleeveless
You know, Spanish-speaking gentlemen
The one we all Kurt

Come now,
I know there's some
How I'm becoming
Now you fixed your business

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

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

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

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

now, gentleman
Your love is all I
You'll still be in the when I'm laughing
Laughing in my

the old men do the fighting
And the young men all on
And the young eat their mothers meat
From of plasticon

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

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

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