Luyện nghe bài hát Memo From Turner

Didn't I see you in San Antone
On a hot and night?
We were eggs in Sammy's
When the black man drew his knife

Aw, you that Jew in Rampton
As he washed his sleeveless
You know, Spanish-speaking gentlemen
The one we all called

Come now,
I there's some mistake
How forgetful I'm
Now you your business straight

I you in Hemlock Road
In nineteen
You're a faggy little boy
With a piece of stick

You're a lashing, hunk of man
Your sweat sweet and strong
organs working perfectly
But there's a part not screwed on

Weren't you at the convention
Back on nineteen
You're the misbred, gray
seen heavily advertised

You're the great, man whose daughter licks
buttons clean
You're the man who squats the man
Who works the machine

Come now,
love is all I crave
You'll still be in the circus I'm laughing
in my grave

When the old men do the
And the men all look on
And the young girls eat their mothers
From tubes of

Be wary of my gentle friends
Of all the you breed
They have a habit
eat the hands that bleed

So who you say you are
And keep your noses
Boys will be boys and play with
So be strong with beast

Oh Rosie dear, think it's queer
So me if you please
The is dead, my lady said
"You gentlemen, why you all for me?"