Luyện nghe bài hát You Sound Like Louis Burdett

Had a little bit to
Yeah, there's a little thing I at a do out east
Nothing too emotional, my miss
I couldn't be in a room full of jack-knife eyes
Stop talking the years, you sound like Louis Burdett

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

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

And all my friends are
But they're fun to have
Banana out on the concrete
Telling stories to the
How Gemini's love Dragons, yeah
And how down the street the weeks roll by, weeks by

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

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

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

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

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

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

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