Luyện nghe bài hát You Sound Like Louis Burdett

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

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 street the weeks by, roll by

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

And all my are fuck-ups
But they're fun to around
Banana out on the concrete
Telling stories to the
How Gemini's love Wooden Dragons,
And how down the the weeks roll by, weeks roll by

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

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

And we roll on to my
Play poker, scratch my head
Look at the sky and spot the
would I go on holidays?
Roll the punches, down the aisles
And down the the weeks roll by, roll by

Yeah, and all my are fuck-ups
But they're fun to around
Banana out on the concrete
stories to the stars
How Gemini's love Wooden Dragons,
And how the weeks by

of my friends are very fruity indeed, such fun to have around
Terror, charity begins at home
Chris like madness, but madness likes him
He's got a finger in his
Yeah, saying how it should have been

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

My friends are completely
But such fun to have around
Banana out on the concrete
Telling to the stars
How love Wooden Dragons
And how the street the weeks roll by