Luyện nghe bài hát You Sound Like Louis Burdett

Had a bit to drink
Yeah, there's a little thing I at a do out east
too emotional, my good miss
I couldn't be in a room full of jack-knife eyes
Stop talking 'bout the years, you sound like Burdett

And we on to my backshed
Play poker, scratch my head
at the sky and spot the planes
Where I go on holidays?
with the punches, down the aisles
And the street the weeks roll by, roll by

I'm ice and grinning, I'm spewing up and spinning
It's biliousness as usual in my of the kitchen
Hey you, don't that friend before we go anywhere
What? Someone see you alone?
Stop bagging out the band, you sound like Louis

And all my friends are
But they're fun to around
Banana chairs out on the
stories to the stars
How Gemini's Wooden Dragons, yeah
And how down the street the roll by, weeks roll by

The moment the wears off, the bomb site reappears
They're all but the morning tastes like wine
It tastes wine in Tempe, I feel so good I just might wake him up
Pat him on the bald head, tell me about a Louis
Something obscene Louis, your life's an magazine Louis

I'm in a bookshop, sober in a nightclub
Sex is everywhere but nowhere 'round me, 'round
By the time she to Marrickville we'll be masturbating
Never rains in Tempe but the planes remind me of family
And the down here
Stop talking frustrated, 'cause I sound like Louis Burdett,

And we on to my backshed
Play some poker, my head
Look at the sky and spot the
Where would I go on
Roll with the punches, down the
And down the the weeks roll by, roll by

Yeah, and all my are fuck-ups
But fun to have around
chairs out on the concrete
Telling to the stars
How Gemini's Wooden Dragons, yeah
And how the roll by

Most of my are very fruity indeed, such fun to have around
Terror, like charity begins at
Chris don't like madness, but likes him
He's got a finger in his
Yeah, they're saying how it have been

And we on to my backshed
Play some poker, my head
Look at the sky and spot the
Where I go on holidays?
Roll with the punches, the aisles
Down the street the roll by

My friends are fucks
But they're such fun to have
Banana out on the concrete
Telling to the stars
How Gemini's love Dragons
And how down the street the weeks by