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

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

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

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

This week's fast as last week's flash of
When you and never ate
week's splashed a sick, gold cast across your face
As you roam on silk, ripped tippy-toe alone through lake

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