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 night
And it out the streets
As the stew bums showed up like checks
their necks

And the sky the color of Pepto-Bismol
Yeah, and the lots growled
My old sport coat full of notes
And a from a late night motel

The hawk had his family out there, in the wind
And he got a for you to beware
Kickin' your ass in, in a fashion
Dishin' out more than a good man can

And I got shoes untied, my out
Ain't got a ghost of a with this old romance
Just an apartment for rent, the block
And Ivar Theater with burlesque
Man, the manager's scowlin' with his feet on the
Boom, boom, against the curtain, still hurtin', ay, ay

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

And a skid mark tattoo on the asphalt blue
Was a Malibu?

Yeah, Liz Taylor and Montgomery Cliff
Coming on to the with the same ol' riff, yeah
"Hey baby, why don't you up to my place?
We'll listen to 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 my Stacy Adams and I jackknifed my legs
Yeah, I got designs on a violation

baby, you put me on hold and I'm out in the wind
And it's gettin' cold
It's colder than a gut-shot bitch, 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 of porcupine quills

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

'Cause the dawn was crackin' hard, just like a
And it takin' no lip from the night before
Yeah, as it out the streets
And the stew bums showed up like bounced checks
Rubbin' necks

And the sky the color of Pepto-Bismol
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 cold fashion
He'll be dishin' out than a good man can bear
Well, take it to Bakersfield
Get a little apartment