Luyện nghe bài hát You Sound Like Louis Burdett

Had a bit to drink
Yeah, a little thing I want at a do out east
too emotional, my good miss
I couldn't be serious in a room 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 the planes
Where would I go on
Roll the punches, down the aisles
And down the street the weeks roll by, by

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

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

The moment the night wears off, the bomb 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 bald head, me about a dream Louis
Something Louis, your life's an open magazine Louis

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

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

Yeah, and all my friends are
But they're fun to have
chairs out on the concrete
Telling stories to the
How Gemini's love Wooden Dragons,
And how the roll by

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

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

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