Luyện nghe bài hát Spare Parts I

Well, the dawn cracked just like a bull-whip
'Cause it wasn't takin' no lip from the before
And it shook out the
As the stew bums showed up like bounced
Rubbin' their

And the sky turned the color of
Yeah, and the lots growled
My old sport coat of promissory notes
And a receipt from a night motel

The hawk had his whole out there, in the wind
And he got a for you to beware
Kickin' your ass in, in a cold-blooded
Dishin' out than a good man can bear

And I got untied, my shirt-tail's out
Ain't got a ghost of a chance with this old
Just an apartment for rent, down the
And Ivar Theater with burlesque
Man, the scowlin' with his feet on the desk
Boom, boom, the curtain, you're still hurtin', ay, ay

And then push came to and shove came to biff
Girls like that lay you out stiff
Maybe I'll go to
And you know, get me a or somethin'
My brother-in-law there

And it's a mark tattoo on the asphalt blue
Was a Malibu?

Yeah, Liz Taylor and Montgomery Cliff
Coming on to the broads the same ol' riff, yeah
"Hey baby, why don't you up to my place?
listen to some smooth music on the stereo"
"No, you", she said
"You got any Getz records?"
'No man, I got Brothers"

So I combed my Detroit, jacked up my pegs
I wiped my Adams and I jackknifed my legs
Yeah, I got designs on a movin'

Yeah baby, you put me on hold and I'm out in the
And it's gettin' mighty
It's colder than a gut-shot bitch, wolf dog with nine pups
Pullin' a number 4 trap up a hill in the of winter
In the middle of a snowstorm with a mouth full of quills

Well, I need you, baby
You see, it's a well known fact, you
I'm four sheets to the wind, I'm glad gone
I'm glad you're gone 'cause I'm alone
Glad you're gone but I wish you'd home
Yeah, and I out of bed

'Cause the dawn was crackin' hard, just like a
And it wasn't takin' no lip the night before
Yeah, as it shook out the
And the stew bums showed up like bounced checks
Rubbin' necks

And the sky turned the color of
And my old coat full of promissory notes
And the had his whole family out there, in the wind
He got a for you to beware

Kickin' your ass in, in a cold fashion
He'll be dishin' out more than a good man can
Well, let's it to Bakersfield
Get a little somewhere