Luyện nghe bài hát Aching to Pupate

Aching to
to pupate
Aching to
to pupate

Aching to
Aching to
to pupate
Aching to

I should peddle
There's a shortage in the
stand on a street corner
All and giddy

the passersby pass by
I will open up my trench
will see the butterflies
Dangling fake Rolex's

Every morning I up
a purpose and a smirk
I'll put on a mustache
I'll Heineken, eat cornflakes

Then I'll my mom and dad
them that I'm doing fine
Or I'll write a tipsy
To a good friend of mine

Or jump up on the bed
Waltzing madly the broomstick
But I leave the house
I will fill my with lipstick

But peddling is a sport
There's in the city
is on a street corner
All mysterious and

are selling bags and shoes
Some are selling and gold
been standing here for days
Not one butterfly's sold
And how I'm

to pupate
Aching to
to pupate
Aching to

to pupate
Aching to
Aching to
Aching to