Luyện nghe bài hát Memo From Turner

Didn't I see you down in San
On a hot and night?
We were eating eggs in
the black 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

now, gentleman
I there's some mistake
How I'm becoming
Now you fixed your business

I you in Hemlock Road
In nineteen
a faggy little leather boy
With a smaller of stick

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

you at the Coke convention
Back on sixty-five
You're the misbred, executive
I've seen heavily

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

Come now,
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 men all look on
And the young eat their mothers meat
From of plasticon

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

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

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