Luyện nghe bài hát Pasties And A G-string

Smelling like a and looking like a tramp
I ain't got a quarter, got a postage
Been five o'clock shadow boxing all the town
Talking the old man, sleeping on the ground

bootin' Al zoo tin Al hoot and Al Cohn
Sharing this with a telephone pole
And a stocking, spike-heel shoes
tease, prick tease, car keys blues

And the floor showing live nude girls
Dreamy and creamy and brunette
Morgan and a watermelon rose
Raise my rent and take off all clothes

trench coats, magazines, a bottle full of rum
She's so good, a dead man come
and a g-string, beer and a shot
Portland through a glass and a buffalo squeeze

Wrinkles and and Twinkie and Pinkie
And Fifi from gay paree
Fanfares, rim shots, stage, who cares
All this is a hot for me

Cleavage, cleavage, thighs and the
From the of her neck to the lipstick lips
Chopped and and lowered and lewd
And the cheater slicks and baby

She's a-hot and
and sugared
And the is awful
And so are the

Crawling on her belly, and like jelly
And I'm getting harder than Algebrassieres
Cheers the compendium here
Hey they're yelling for more

You're squashing out your butts on the floor
And I Shelly and you like Jane
What was the with the snake skin's name?
And it's an early-bird matinee, come any day
Get you a little that you can't get at home
And get you a little something that you get at home

pasties and a g-string, beer and a shot
Portland through a glass and a buffalo squeeze
Popcorn, front row, are higher a kite
And be back tomorrow night, and I'll be back tomorrow night