Luyện nghe bài hát Milton

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

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

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

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

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

When the drinks were up yonder...

Well, we deplaned at th' end
All the seemed to commence again
Though Milton had ordered station wagons, a pickup truck and a limo
And he'd phoned ahead to that Number Two
Cussin' an' fussin' an' blue
We'd end up with two Datsoons and a Pinto

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

Milton's bolder...

He'd shut in room one-oh-four
Let nobody in he swept the floor
Adjusted the lampshade, aligned the TV, fixed the faucet, called the
"Well, whaddya we're the warmup show?
"You're me on! We're stars, ya know!
"And ain't the way we was treated last summer at Six Flags Over Dakota!
"Now we gotta have a hunnert 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, your wife! She's not? Well, to each his own.
"Beg pardon, it in my what? Well, really, Merle who?"

William Morris, us working...

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

Bringing in the
in the bread...

Now one night up there in
We didn't get paid for a show done
An' ol' Milton couldn't live with that; his brain just shorted out.
Well, he himself in the bathroom
An' when he didn't come out for an hour an' a half
We figgered that somethin' was wrong, but we had to all doubt
We stood transfixed in shock and
When we busted down that there door
And I hope I never see a sight like that again; no, I
There was 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 gettin' ready, come next December
To put another concert tour
And I'm sad to say ol' Milton ain't be with us
No, it ain't be exactly the same
When they introduce us without his
So Milton, wherever you are, we hope you us!
See, Milton has moved on down the
the rainbow, lookin' for gold
Yeah, he's up there where the stage lights is on
But we forget that curly hair
When we saw him a-settin' there
Holdin' his tambourine, suckin' his thumb, an' sound on the john