Luyện nghe bài hát Mental Floss (Live At The Aquarius Theater, Hollywood, 1970)

All deserters be shot at 5 o'clock tomorrow morning
So get yourselves together and quit messing around, no more
The assassination at 3:30, no one was there to witness it
the breviaries had left their tapestries on the window
And we were all silenced by the sad mildew cloud followed around
I wish I was back in the land of the, of the, uhm

You pin that one on me, I didn't do a goddamn thing
I was just standing there then a bunch of guys up
And started laying all shit on me, now what am I supposed to do?
I'm an American! You touch me!

Did you know all nuns are 42? And eyes are blue?
Did you know all table clothes are in France?
Did you know wear underpants?
Well, do

How does a musician imitate the of underpants sliding
Over a woman's thighs, down her ankles
And over her little And the rings on her toes?
And her unequipped toe

Lightning struck the magic purse, I do a damn thing, man!
I was just standing there in front of the
And all rabbies ran up and a bunch of Indians and freaks
And monsters and [unverified] just mhmh
Talking in all these weird languages, what aah, what could I

Hey, I'm tired of being a musician, I wanna be Napoleon!
Let's have some more wars around
What a stinking, shitty little war we running over there
Let's get a big one! A big one!
With a lotta and bombs and blood

School days, days
old-fashioned rule days
School days, school
Good rule days