Luyện nghe bài hát Milton

Now, I'll tell ya a tale that'll bust yer
That only a few people knew, ta
It all took place when our tour was booked at the SeaTac Hilton?
I'll ev'ry word's the Gospel truth
Got witnesses ta it, too,
'Cause we all toured with a by the name a' Milton

Now was o-fficial tour director,
Electrical piano-playin' plug
An' the slave-drivin'-est conductor
That we ever seen in our
say "Whaddya mean, ya need more rest?
"The world don't care whether ya 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 always arrive in the nick a'
A good five minutes ahead a' time
A-lookin' like he'd been drug a needle's eye
stand there, stoned and about ta choke
On his Egg McMuffin an' his Coke
An' he'd throw all the tickets on the counter 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 explain it to our fan club in Tacoma?"

all get embarassed an' head for the plane
While Milton there, bein' profane
But somehow he always ta get on board ...in sort of a coma

When the were served up yonder...

Well, we deplaned at th' end
All the trouble to commence again
Though Milton had ordered three station wagons, a pickup truck and a
And though phoned ahead to that Number Two
Cussin' an' fussin' an' blue
We'd always end up with two and a Pinto

Now Milton took all a' stuff in stride
Laid on the floor, an' kicked an'
But we always looked up to him for and salvation
But sink to the bottom a' trav'lers hell
When he'd check us in a remote
And grab the clerk by his shirt an' tie an' say
"Whaddya mean, reservacines?"

Milton's bolder...

He'd shut himself in one-oh-four
Let in 'til he swept the floor
Adjusted the lampshade, aligned the TV, fixed the faucet, the promoter
"Well, whaddya mean we're the warmup
"You're me on! We're 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 what? Well, so's your wife! She's not? Well, to his own.
"Beg pardon, it in my what? Well, really, Merle who?"

William Morris, us working...

Now, Milton was a real good friend a'
An' we'd stuck together on down that
But there was one or two points which we just had to dee-bate
takin'-your-clothes-off-an'-hangin'-from-a-cross-in-front-a'-the-Tri-County-Fairgrounds
Is not necessarily an assurance that the crowd ain't start throwin' tomatas
An' when ya arrive at 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 ol' Milton four strong bodies, a nine-foot grand, a beer and a cigarette
An' you knew that 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 we'd done
An' poor ol' Milton couldn't live with that; his just shorted out.
Well, he locked in the bathroom
An' then when he didn't come out for an an' a half
We figgered somethin' was wrong, but we had to remove 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'
a silent five-part acapella hymn, for him

What a we had in Milton...

Now we're gettin' ready, next December
To put another concert together
And I'm sad to say ol' ain't a-gonna be with us
No, it ain't gonna be the same
When they introduce us his name
So Milton, wherever you are, we hope you us!
See, has moved on down the road
Over the rainbow, for gold
Yeah, he's up where the stage lights is always on
But we can't forget that curly
When we saw him a-settin' there
Holdin' his tambourine, suckin' his thumb, an' sound asleep on the