Luyện nghe bài hát Spare Parts I (A Nocturnal Emission)

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

And the sky the color of Pepto-Bismol
Yeah, and the parking lots
My old sport coat of promissory notes
And a receipt from a late night

The hawk had his whole family out there, in the
And he got a message for you to
Kickin' ass in, in a cold-blooded fashion
Dishin' out more a good man can bear

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

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

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

Yeah, it's Liz Taylor and Cliff
on to the broads with the same ol' riff, yeah
"Hey baby, why don't you come up to my
We'll listen to some music on the stereo"
"No, thank you", she
"You got any Getz records?"
'No man, I got Brothers"

So I back my Detroit, jacked up my pegs
I wiped my Stacy Adams and I jackknifed my
Yeah, I got on a movin' violation

Yeah baby, you put me on hold and I'm out in the
And gettin' mighty cold
It's colder than a bitch, wolf dog with nine suckin' 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 don't you, baby
You see, it's a well known fact, you
I'm four sheets to the wind, I'm you're gone
I'm glad you're 'cause I'm finally alone
Glad you're gone but I wish come home
Yeah, and I out of bed

'Cause the dawn was crackin' hard, like a bull-whip
And it wasn't no lip from the night before
Yeah, as it out the streets
And the stew bums showed up just like checks
their necks

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

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