Luyện nghe bài hát Memo From Turner

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

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

I you in Hemlock Road
In fifty-six
You're a faggy little boy
With a smaller of stick

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

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

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

Come now,
love is all I crave
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 mothers
From of plasticon

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

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

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