Luyện nghe bài hát You Can't Hold The Hand Of A Rock And Roll Man

This week's for last week's grass your crew collates
you sit in the van and wait
Gassed and trashed and smashed, cads roasting away
On a sunny summer day or, okay, an August night

And you're living on air, on the 25th floor up there
They'd fan a million before your face
Marie's passed out in a chair her once fussed-over hair
All into an I've just been fucked shape

Just an before, she crashed, all cashed
She said, I'm done looking back, and you look your age
is thirty-seven, by the way, and not twenty-eight

And fucking let stare because at this point I don't care
I have been your bride stripped bare 98
And our silver-screen affair, it weighs less to me air
It's a gas now, it's a laugh, just how far mil can take it

This week's as last week's flash of interstate
When you starved and ate
This week's splashed a sick, cast across your face
As you roam on silk, ripped tippy-toe alone through lake

Splayed astride a snow-white mare, on a all-night tear
What a ghastly sight you smear in every
In that fat, fur-trimmed affair that your lawyer lets you
You'll your chance to ever get repeatedly engaged