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

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

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

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

And I got shoes untied, my out
Ain't got a ghost of a with this old romance
Just an for rent, down the block
And Ivar with live burlesque
Man, the scowlin' with his feet on the desk
Boom, boom, against the curtain, you're hurtin', ay, ay

And then push came to shove and shove came to
Girls like just lay you out stiff
I'll go to Cleveland
And you know, get me a or somethin'
My lives there

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

Yeah, Liz Taylor and Montgomery Cliff
Coming on to the broads with the ol' riff, yeah
"Hey baby, why you come up to my place?
We'll to some smooth music on the stereo"
"No, you", she said
"You got any Stan records?"
'No man, I got Brothers"

So I combed back my Detroit, up my pegs
I wiped my Adams and I jackknifed my legs
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 gut-shot bitch, wolf dog nine suckin' pups
a number 4 trap up a hill in the dead of winter
In the middle of a snowstorm with a mouth full of porcupine

Well, I don't you, baby
You see, a well known fact, you know
I'm sheets to the wind, I'm glad you're gone
I'm you're gone 'cause I'm finally alone
Glad you're gone but I wish you'd home
Yeah, and I out of bed

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

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

Kickin' your ass in, in a blooded fashion
be dishin' out more than a good man can bear
Well, let's take it to
Get a little apartment