Luyện nghe bài hát You Sound Like Louis Burdett

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

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

I'm chewing ice and grinning, I'm spewing up and
It's biliousness as in my corner of the kitchen
Hey you, lose that 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 Wooden Dragons,
And how down the street the weeks roll by, weeks by

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

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

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

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

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

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