Luyện nghe bài hát You Sound Like Louis Burdett

Had a bit to drink
Yeah, there's a little 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 Burdett

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

I'm chewing ice and grinning, I'm up and spinning
It's biliousness as usual in my 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 Burdett

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

The moment the night 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
Something obscene Louis, your life's an open Louis

I'm stoned in a bookshop, in a nightclub
Sex is everywhere but '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 down here
Stop talking frustrated, I sound like Louis Burdett, yeah

And we roll on to my
some poker, scratch my head
Look at the sky and spot the
Where I go on holidays?
with the punches, down the aisles
And down the street the roll by, roll by

Yeah, and all my friends are
But they're fun to around
Banana chairs out on the
stories to the stars
How Gemini's love Dragons, yeah
And how the roll by

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

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