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

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

And the sky the color 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 message for you to
Kickin' your ass in, in a 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 apartment for rent, down the
And Ivar Theater with live
Man, the manager's scowlin' with his on the desk
Boom, boom, the curtain, you're still hurtin', ay, ay

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

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

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

So I combed back my Detroit, up my pegs
I my Stacy 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 4 trap up a hill in the dead of winter
In the middle of a snowstorm with a mouth of porcupine quills

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

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

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

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