Luyện nghe bài hát Milton

Now, I'll ya a tale that'll bust yer heart
only a few people 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,
'Cause we all with a fella by the name a' Milton

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

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

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

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

When the drinks were up yonder...

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

Now Milton all a' that stuff in stride
Laid on the floor, an' kicked an'
But we always up to him for hope and salvation
But we'd sink to the bottom a' trav'lers
When he'd 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 himself in one-oh-four
Let in 'til he swept the floor
Adjusted the lampshade, aligned the TV, the faucet, called the promoter
"Well, whaddya mean we're the show?
"You're puttin' me on! stars, ya know!
"And ain't the way we was treated last summer at Six Flags Over Dakota!
"Now we gotta a hunnert percent top billing,
"Two-thirds in advance, a' course, you silly!
"I'm sure we prefer a limosine 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, was a real good friend a' mine
An' we'd together on down that line
But there was one or two points over we just had to dee-bate
Like
Is not necessarily an assurance that the crowd ain't gonna start throwin'
An' when ya arrive at for a five o'clock show
An' the stage ain't an' there's no electricity
all ya could do is sit on yer butt an' cut bait
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 up there in Washington
We get paid for a show we'd done
An' poor ol' Milton couldn't live with that; his brain shorted out.
Well, he himself in the bathroom
An' then when he didn't out for an hour an' a half
We figgered that somethin' was wrong, but we had to remove all
We stood in shock and horror
we busted down that there bathroom door
And I hope I never see a sight like again; no, I don't
There was nothin' to do but close our eyes, an' bow our heads, an'
a silent five-part acapella hymn, for him

What a we had in Milton...

Now we're gettin' ready, next December
To put another concert together
And I'm sad to say ol' Milton ain't be with us
No, it gonna be exactly the same
When introduce us without his name
So Milton, wherever you are, we you miss us!
See, Milton has moved on down the
Over the rainbow, lookin' for
Yeah, he's up there 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' asleep on the john