Luyện nghe bài hát Milton

Now, I'll tell ya a that'll bust yer heart
That a few people knew, ta start
It all took when our concert tour was booked at the SeaTac Hilton?
I'll guarantee word's the Gospel truth
Got ta prove it, too,
'Cause we all toured with a fella by the a' Milton

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

in sorta of "Bringing In The Sheaves" way]
Shall we at the airport?

He'd arrive in the nick a' time
A good minutes ahead a' flight time
A-lookin' like been drug through a needle's eye
stand there, stoned and about ta choke
On his Egg an' his giant Coke
An' then he'd throw all the tickets on the and say
"Check the bags and fly!"
"Well, whaddya mean, this is too much
"We only got forty-six 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 there, bein' profane
But somehow he managed ta get on board ...in sort of a coma

When the drinks served up yonder...

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

Now Milton took all a' that stuff in
Laid on the floor, an' kicked an'
But we always looked up to him for hope and
But we'd sink to the a' trav'lers hell
he'd check us in a remote motel
And he'd grab the clerk by his an' tie an' say
"Whaddya mean, reservacines?"

Milton's bolder...

He'd shut in room one-oh-four
Let nobody in 'til he the floor
Adjusted the lampshade, aligned the TV, fixed the faucet, the promoter
"Well, mean we're the warmup show?
"You're puttin' me on! stars, ya know!
"And this ain't the way we was last summer at Six Flags Over Dakota!
"Now we have a hunnert percent top billing,
"Two-thirds in advance, a' course, you silly!
"I'm sure we prefer a chauffered and two air-conditioned dressing rooms, please.
"I'm what? Well, so's your wife! She's Well, to each his own.
"Beg pardon, stick it in my Well, really, Merle who?"

William Morris, us working...

Now, Milton was a good friend a' mine
An' we'd stuck together on that line
But was one or two points over which we just had to dee-bate
Like
Is not necessarily an assurance that the crowd ain't start throwin' tomatas
An' when ya arrive at 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 four bodies, a nine-foot grand, a beer and a cigarette
An' you just knew that show was be ...outta state

Bringing in the
in the bread...

Now one night up there in
We didn't get paid for a show we'd
An' poor ol' Milton couldn't with that; his brain just shorted out.
Well, he himself in the bathroom
An' then when he come out for an hour an' a half
We figgered that somethin' was wrong, but we had to remove all
We transfixed in shock and horror
we busted down that there bathroom door
And I hope I see a sight like that again; no, I don't
was nothin' to do but close our eyes, an' bow our heads, an' vocalize
With a silent five-part hymn, for him

What a we had in Milton...

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