Luyện nghe bài hát Milton

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

Now was o-fficial tour director,
piano-playin' plug connector
An' the slave-drivin'-est travel
we ever seen in our lives
He'd say "Whaddya mean, ya more rest?
"The don't care whether ya look yer best!
"Simply show up at six A.M. with your instruments ...and your wives!"

[Choir; in of "Bringing In The Sheaves" way]
Shall we at the airport?

He'd always arrive in the nick a'
A good five ahead a' flight time
A-lookin' like he'd been drug through a eye
He'd there, stoned and about ta choke
On his Egg an' his giant 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 only got pieces a' freight!
"And if it don't go, who's gonna explain it to our fan in Tacoma?"

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

When the drinks were up yonder...

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

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

Milton's bolder...

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

William Morris, us working...

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

Bringing in the
in the bread...

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

What a we had in Milton...

Now we're gettin' ready, come December
To put concert tour together
And I'm sad to say ol' Milton a-gonna be with us
No, it ain't gonna be exactly the
they introduce us without his name
So Milton, you are, we hope you miss us!
See, has moved on down the road
Over the rainbow, for gold
Yeah, he's up there where the stage is always on
But we can't forget that curly
last we saw him a-settin' there
Holdin' his tambourine, his thumb, an' sound asleep on the john