Luyện nghe bài hát Sam With The Showing Scalp Flat Top

Frank (lead guitar, vocals)
Captain (harp, vocals)
duke (keyboards, vocals)
Napoleon murphy (saxophone, vocals)
Bruce (trombone)
Tom (bass)
Denny (slide guitar, vocals)
bozzio (drums)

Sam with the showing scalp top,
Particular the point it made.
Why, when I was to a grasshopper,
black juice came out on a hard shelled chin.
And that called 'tobacco juice'.
I used to fiddle my back feet music for a black onyx.
My room absorbed every echo..
The music was.. like. the music was.. thud like.
I played such things as rough-neck and thug.
Opaque melodies that would bug people.
Music the other side of the fence.
A swan figurine lay on all color lily pads.
On a little conglomeration table of pressed felt.
With color shadows, and seamed(? ) knobbed knees, and what-nots.
The long hallway out into oddball odd.
Beside the fly-pecked doorway,
That looked closed on the street.
Up a iron fire escape.
Rolled out a tiny wooden platform
Dark, hard, rubber wheels.
Roll, skreek! roll, skreek! roll, skreek!
Sam with the scalp flat top,
Particular about the it made.

Sam was a case!

A hardened ivory clip held.. saleable everyday pencils.
I I had a pair 'o bongos!
Bongo fury! fury!
Oowwwww! fury!
(boogie!)
Bongo fury! fury!