Luyện nghe bài hát Milton

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

Now Milton was o-fficial director,
Electrical piano-playin' connector
An' the travel conductor
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 your instruments ...and wives!"

[Choir; in sorta of "Bringing In The Sheaves"
we gather at the airport?

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

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

When the drinks were up yonder...

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

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

Milton's bolder...

shut himself in room one-oh-four
Let in 'til he swept the floor
Adjusted the lampshade, aligned the TV, fixed the faucet, called the
"Well, mean we're the warmup show?
"You're me on! We're stars, ya know!
"And this ain't the way we was treated last summer at Six 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, your wife! She's not? Well, to each his own.
"Beg pardon, stick it in my what? Well, really, who?"

William Morris, us working...

Now, Milton was a real good friend a'
An' we'd stuck together on that line
But there was one or two points over which we just had to
takin'-your-clothes-off-an'-hangin'-from-a-cross-in-front-a'-the-Tri-County-Fairgrounds
Is not necessarily an assurance that the ain't gonna start throwin' tomatas
An' when ya arrive at four for a five o'clock
An' the stage ain't built an' there's no
all ya could do is sit on yer butt an' cut bait
However, you give ol' Milton strong bodies, a nine-foot grand, a beer and a cigarette
An' you just knew 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' poor ol' Milton couldn't live with his brain just shorted out.
Well, he locked himself in the
An' then when he didn't out for an hour an' a half
We figgered that somethin' was wrong, but we had to all doubt
We transfixed in shock and horror
When we busted down there bathroom 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
a silent five-part acapella hymn, for him

What a we had in Milton...

Now gettin' ready, come next December
To put another 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 hope you us!
See, Milton has moved on the road
Over the rainbow, for gold
Yeah, he's up where the stage lights is always on
But we forget that curly hair
When last we saw him a-settin'
Holdin' his tambourine, suckin' his thumb, an' sound asleep on the