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

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

And you're 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 once fussed-over
All mussed an I've just been fucked shape

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

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

This week's 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, tippy-toe alone through Silver lake

astride a snow-white mare, on a non-stop all-night tear
What a ghastly sight you smear in every
In that fat, affair that your lawyer lets you wear
destroy your chance to ever get repeatedly engaged