Luyện nghe bài hát Milton

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

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

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

He'd always in the nick a' time
A good five minutes ahead a' flight
A-lookin' like he'd been drug a needle's eye
stand there, stoned and about ta choke
On his Egg McMuffin an' his giant
An' then throw all the tickets on the counter and say
"Check the bags and fly!"
"Well, whaddya mean, this is too weight?
"We only got forty-six a' freight!
"And if it go, who's gonna explain it to our fan club in Tacoma?"

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

When the drinks served up yonder...

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

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

Milton's bolder...

shut himself in room one-oh-four
Let nobody in he swept the floor
Adjusted the lampshade, aligned the TV, the faucet, called the promoter
"Well, mean we're the warmup show?
"You're puttin' me on! stars, ya know!
"And this the way we was treated 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 limosine and two dressing rooms, please.
"I'm what? Well, so's 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 good friend a' mine
An' stuck together on down that line
But there was one or two over which 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 four for a o'clock show
An' the stage built an' there's no electricity
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 gonna be ...outta

Bringing in the
in the bread...

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

a friend we had in Milton...

Now gettin' ready, come next December
To put another concert tour
And I'm sad to say ol' Milton 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 down the
the rainbow, lookin' for gold
Yeah, he's up where the stage lights is always on
But we can't that curly hair
When we saw him a-settin' there
Holdin' his tambourine, his thumb, an' sound asleep on the john