Luyện nghe bài hát Memo From Turner

Didn't I see you down in San
On a hot and dusty
We were eating 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 called

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

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

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

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

the great, gray man whose daughter licks
Policemen's buttons
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
Laughing in my

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

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

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