Luyện nghe bài hát Aching to Pupate

Aching to
Aching to
Aching to
Aching to

to pupate
Aching to
to pupate
Aching to

I peddle butterflies
a shortage in the city
I'll stand on a corner
All and giddy

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

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

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

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

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

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

Aching to
Aching to
to pupate
Aching to

to pupate
Aching to
Aching to
to pupate