Luyện nghe bài hát Milton

Now, I'll tell ya a tale that'll yer heart
That only a few knew, ta start
It all took place when our concert tour was booked at the Hilton?
guarantee ev'ry word's the Gospel truth
Got witnesses ta it, too,
we all toured with a fella by the name a' Milton

Now was o-fficial tour director,
Electrical piano-playin' plug
An' the slave-drivin'-est travel
That we ever seen in our
say "Whaddya mean, ya need more rest?
"The don't care whether ya look yer best!
"Simply show up promptly at six A.M. with instruments ...and your wives!"

[Choir; in of "Bringing In The Sheaves" way]
Shall we gather at the

He'd arrive in the nick a' time
A good five minutes a' flight time
A-lookin' he'd been drug through a needle's eye
He'd stand there, and about ta choke
On his Egg an' his giant Coke
An' then throw all the tickets on the counter and say
"Check the and let's fly!"
"Well, mean, this is too much weight?
"We got forty-six pieces a' freight!
"And if it don't go, who's gonna explain it to our fan in Tacoma?"

We'd all get embarassed an' for the plane
While Milton stood there, bein'
But somehow he always ta get on board ...in sort of a coma

When the were served up yonder...

Well, we at th' other end
All the trouble to commence again
Though Milton had ordered three station wagons, a truck and a limo
And though he'd ahead to that Number Two
Cussin' an' fussin' an' turnin'
We'd end up with two Datsoons and a Pinto

Now Milton took all a' that in stride
Laid on the floor, an' an' cried
But we always up to him for hope and salvation
But we'd sink to the bottom a' hell
When he'd check us in a remote
And he'd grab the clerk by his an' tie an' say
"Whaddya mean, reservacines?"

Milton's bolder...

He'd shut himself in one-oh-four
Let in 'til he swept the floor
Adjusted the lampshade, aligned the TV, fixed the faucet, the promoter
"Well, whaddya mean we're the warmup
"You're puttin' me on! stars, ya know!
"And this ain't the way we was treated summer at Six Flags Over Dakota!
"Now we gotta have a percent top billing,
"Two-thirds in advance, a' course, you silly!
"I'm sure we prefer a chauffered limosine and two dressing rooms, please.
"I'm what? Well, so's your wife! She's not? Well, to his own.
"Beg pardon, it in my what? Well, really, Merle who?"

William Morris, us working...

Now, Milton was a real good a' mine
An' we'd stuck together on down line
But was one or two points over which we just had to dee-bate
Like
Is not necessarily an assurance that the crowd gonna start throwin' tomatas
An' when ya at four for a five o'clock show
An' the stage ain't built an' there's no
About all ya could do is sit on yer butt an' cut
However, you give ol' Milton strong bodies, a nine-foot grand, a beer and a cigarette
An' you knew that show was gonna be ...outta state

Bringing in the
in the bread...

Now one up there in Washington
We didn't get paid for a show done
An' poor ol' Milton couldn't live with that; his brain just out.
Well, he himself in the bathroom
An' then when he didn't out for an hour an' a half
We that somethin' was wrong, but we had to remove all doubt
We stood in shock and horror
When we busted down that there door
And I hope I never see a sight like again; no, I don't
was nothin' to do but close our eyes, an' bow our heads, an' vocalize
With a silent acapella hymn, for him

What a we had in Milton...

Now gettin' ready, come next December
To put concert tour together
And I'm sad to say ol' ain't a-gonna be with us
No, it ain't be exactly the same
they introduce us without his name
So Milton, wherever you are, we you miss us!
See, Milton has moved on down the
Over the rainbow, for gold
Yeah, he's up where the stage lights is always on
But we can't that curly hair
When last we saw him there
Holdin' his tambourine, suckin' his thumb, an' asleep on the john