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 away
On a sunny day or, okay, an August night anyway

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

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

And fucking let them stare because at this point I care
I have been bride stripped bare since 98
And our affair, it weighs less to me than 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 and never ate
This week's splashed a sick, cast across your face
As you roam on silk, ripped tippy-toe alone through lake

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