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 black man there drew his

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

Come now,
I there's some mistake
How I'm becoming
Now you fixed your straight

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

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

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

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

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

the old men do the fighting
And the young men all on
And the young girls eat their meat
tubes of plasticon

Be wary of these my gentle
Of all the you breed
They a tasty habit
They eat the that bleed

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

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