Luyện nghe bài hát Aching to Pupate

Aching to
Aching to
to pupate
Aching to

Aching to
to pupate
Aching to
Aching to

I peddle butterflies
There's a shortage in the
I'll on a street corner
All mysterious and

When the passersby by
I open up my trench coat
will see the butterflies
Dangling like Rolex's

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

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

Or jump up on the bed
Waltzing with the broomstick
But before I leave the
I will fill my lips with

But peddling is a dirty
competition in the city
Everyone is on a corner
All and giddy

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

Aching to
Aching to
Aching to
to pupate

Aching to
to pupate
Aching to
to pupate