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
While you sit in the van and
Gassed and and smashed, young cads roasting away
On a sunny summer day or, okay, an August night

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

Just an hour before, she crashed, all
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 have been your bride stripped bare 98
And our affair, it weighs less to me than air
It's a gas now, it's a laugh, just how far several mil can it

This week's fast as last flash of interstate
you starved and never ate
This splashed a sick, gold cast across 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 you smear in every face
In that fat, fur-trimmed affair that your lawyer you wear
You'll destroy your chance to get repeatedly engaged