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
Nothing too emotional, my miss
I couldn't be serious in a room full of jack-knife
Stop 'bout 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 I go on holidays?
Roll the punches, down the aisles
And down the street the roll by, roll by

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

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

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

I'm stoned in a bookshop, sober in a
Sex is but nowhere 'round me, nowhere 'round
By the time she gets to Marrickville be masturbating
Never rains in Tempe but the planes me of family money
And the lack here
Stop talking frustrated, 'cause I sound 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 street the weeks roll by, by

Yeah, and all my are fuck-ups
But fun to have around
Banana chairs out on the
Telling stories to the
How Gemini's love Dragons, yeah
And how the weeks by

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

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

My are completely fucks
But they're such fun to around
chairs out on the concrete
Telling stories to the
How love Wooden Dragons
And how the street the weeks roll by