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

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

I remember you in Road
In fifty-six
a faggy little leather boy
With a smaller of stick

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

Weren't you at the Coke
on nineteen sixty-five
You're the misbred, gray
seen heavily advertised

You're the great, gray man daughter licks
Policemen's clean
You're the man who behind the man
Who works the 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 girls eat their meat
From tubes of

Be wary of these my gentle
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 will be boys and play with
So be strong with beast

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