Luyện nghe bài hát Milton

Now, I'll tell ya a tale that'll bust yer
That only a few knew, ta start
It all took place when our concert tour was booked at the SeaTac
I'll guarantee ev'ry word's the truth
Got ta prove it, too,
'Cause we all with a fella by the name a' Milton

Now Milton was tour director,
Electrical plug connector
An' the slave-drivin'-est conductor
we ever seen in our lives
He'd say "Whaddya mean, ya need rest?
"The world care whether ya look yer best!
"Simply show up promptly at six A.M. with your ...and your wives!"

in sorta of "Bringing In The Sheaves" way]
Shall we at the airport?

He'd arrive in the nick a' time
A good five ahead a' flight time
like he'd been drug through a needle's eye
He'd stand there, stoned and ta choke
On his Egg McMuffin an' his Coke
An' then he'd throw all the tickets on the and say
"Check the bags and fly!"
"Well, whaddya mean, this is too weight?
"We got forty-six pieces a' freight!
"And if it don't go, who's gonna it to our fan club in Tacoma?"

We'd all get embarassed an' for the plane
While Milton stood there, profane
But somehow he always managed ta get on board ...in of a coma

When the drinks served up yonder...

Well, we at th' other end
All the trouble seemed to commence
Though Milton had ordered three station wagons, a truck and a limo
And he'd phoned ahead to that Number Two
Cussin' an' fussin' an' turnin'
We'd always end up with two Datsoons and a

Now Milton took all a' that stuff in
on the floor, an' kicked an' cried
But we looked up to him for hope and salvation
But we'd sink to the bottom a' hell
he'd check us in a remote motel
And he'd grab the by his shirt an' tie an' say
"Whaddya mean, reservacines?"

Milton's bolder...

He'd shut himself in one-oh-four
Let nobody in he swept the floor
Adjusted the lampshade, the TV, fixed the faucet, called the promoter
"Well, whaddya we're the warmup show?
"You're puttin' me on! stars, ya know!
"And ain't the way we was treated last summer at Six Flags Over Dakota!
"Now we gotta a hunnert percent top billing,
"Two-thirds in advance, a' course, you silly!
"I'm sure we prefer a chauffered limosine and two air-conditioned rooms, please.
"I'm Well, so's your wife! She's not? Well, to each his own.
"Beg pardon, stick it in my Well, really, Merle who?"

William Morris, us working...

Now, Milton was a good friend a' mine
An' we'd stuck together on down that
But there was one or two over which we just had to dee-bate
Like
Is not necessarily an assurance that the crowd gonna start throwin' tomatas
An' ya arrive at four for a five o'clock show
An' the stage ain't built an' no electricity
About all ya could do is sit on yer butt an' cut
However, you give ol' four strong bodies, a nine-foot grand, a beer and a cigarette
An' you just knew show was gonna be ...outta state

Bringing in the
in the bread...

Now one up there in Washington
We didn't get paid for a show done
An' poor ol' Milton live with that; his brain just shorted out.
Well, he himself in the bathroom
An' then when he come out for an hour an' a half
We figgered that somethin' was wrong, but we had to all doubt
We transfixed in shock and horror
When we busted down that there bathroom
And I I never see a sight like that again; no, I don't
There was nothin' to do but close our eyes, an' bow our heads, an'
With a silent acapella hymn, for him

What a we had in Milton...

Now we're gettin' ready, next December
To put another concert tour
And I'm sad to say ol' ain't a-gonna be with us
No, it ain't be exactly the same
When introduce us without his name
So Milton, wherever you are, we you miss us!
See, Milton has moved on the road
the rainbow, lookin' for gold
Yeah, he's up there the stage lights is always on
But we can't forget that hair
When last we saw him a-settin'
Holdin' his tambourine, suckin' his thumb, an' sound asleep on the