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

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

And you're living on air, while on the floor up there
fan a million bucks before your 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 looking back, and you look your age
Which is thirty-seven, by the way, and not

And fucking let them stare because at point I don't care
I have been your stripped bare since 98
And our silver-screen affair, it weighs less to me air
It's a gas now, it's a laugh, 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 alone through Silver lake

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