Luyện nghe bài hát Memo From Turner

Didn't I see you in San Antone
On a hot and dusty
We were eggs in Sammy's
When the 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 called

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

So who you say you are
And keep noses clean
Boys will be boys and play with
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?"