Luyện nghe bài hát Smoke Off

In the laid California town of sunny San Raphael
Lived a girl named Pearly you probly knew her well
Shed been stoned fifteen of her eighteen years and the story was told
That she could smoke 'em faster anyone could roll
Her legend reached New York that Grove Street walk-up flat
Where dwelt The Calistoga Kid a beatnik the past
With long browned lightnin he takes a cultured toke
And says Hell I can roll 'em faster Jim than any chick can
So a note gets sent to San For the Championship of the World
The Kid demands a off well bring him on says Pearl
I'll grind his fingers off his hands he'll until he drops
Says Calistog I'll smoke that chick she blows up and pops
So rent out Yankee Stadium and the word is quickly spread
Come one come all who walk or price just two lids a head
And from every and hamlet over land and sea they speed
The world's greatest dopers with the Worlds weed
from Morocco hemp smokers from Peru
And the Shamnicks Bagun who puff the deadly Pugaroo
And those who call it Light of and those that call it boo
See the dealers and their ladies wearing turquoise lace and
See the and the closet smokers puffin all together
From the teenies who smoke legal to the who've done some time
To the old man who smoked reefer back before it was a
And the grand old house Ruth built is filled with the smoke and cries
Of fifty thousand heads all stoned out of their minds
And they play the national anthem and the crowd lets out a
As the spotlight hits The Kid and ready for their smokin' war
At a table piled up high with grass as high as a peak
Just tops and buds of the rarest flowers not one stem or seed
Maui Panama Red and Acapulco Gold
Kif from Afghanistan and rare Alaskan Cold
Sticks from Thailand Ganja from the Islands and Bangkok's Bloomin'
And some of that wet imported shit that off Key West
Oaxacan tops and Bhang and Riviera Fleurs
And that rare Manhatten Silver that down in the New York sewers
And there's bubblin' ice cold and sweet grapes by the bunches
And there's bars and Oreos 'case anybody gets the munchies
And the Calistoga Kid he sneers and Pearley she just
And the drums roll low and the crowd go and the worlds first Smoke Off begins
Kid flicks his magic fingers once and zap that joints rolled
Pearl takes one drag with her mighty lungs and woosh that roach is
Then The Kid he his Super Bomb thatd paralyze a moose
And takes one super hit and slurp that bomb defused
Then he three in just ten seconds and she smokes 'em up in nine
And everybody sits back and says just might take some time
See the blur of flyin fingers see the red burnin bright
As the night into mornin and the mornin fades to night
And the autumn turns to summer and a whole damn year is
But the two still sit on that roach-filled stage and rollin' on
tremblin hands he rolls his jays with fingers blue and stiff
She coughs and stares with bloodshot gaze and puffs through blistered
And as she reaches out her hand for stick of gold
The Kid he gasps Goddamn it bitch nothin' left to roll
Nothin left to screams Pearl Is this some twisted joke
I didn't come here to fuck around man I come to smoke
And she reaches cross the table and grabs his bony
And she crumbles his body between her hands like dried and leaves
Flickin' out his and bones like useless stems and seeds
And then she rolls him in a Zig Zag and him like a roach
And the fastest man the fastest hands goes up in a puff of smoke
In the laid-back California of sunny San Raphael
Lives a girl named Sweetcake you probly know her well
been stoned twenty-one of her twenty-four years and the storys widely told
How she still can smoke 'em faster than anyone can
While off in New York City on a street has no name
There's the hands of the Kid in the Viper Hall of Fame
And underneath his there's a little golden scroll
That Beware of Bein' the Roller When There's Nothin' Left to Roll