Luyện nghe bài hát You Sound Like Louis Burdett

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

And we roll on to my
Play poker, scratch my head
Look at the sky and spot the
Where would I go on
Roll with the punches, the aisles
And down the street the weeks roll by, 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 lose that friend we go anywhere
What? might see you alone?
Stop bagging out the band, you sound like Burdett

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

The moment the night wears off, the bomb site
They're all asleep but the morning tastes wine
It tastes like wine in Tempe, I feel so good I just 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 but nowhere 'round me, nowhere 'round
By the time she gets to we'll be masturbating
Never in Tempe but the planes remind 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
at the sky and spot the planes
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
Banana chairs out on the
Telling stories to the
How love Wooden Dragons, yeah
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, they're how it should have 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
Telling stories to the
How Gemini's love Wooden
And how down the street the roll by