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

This week's cash for last week's grass your crew
While you sit in the van and
Gassed and trashed and smashed, young cads roasting
On a sunny day or, okay, an August night anyway

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

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

And fucking let them stare because at this I don't care
I have been your bride bare since 98
And our affair, it weighs less to me than air
a gas now, it's a laugh, just how far several mil can take it

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

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