Luyện nghe bài hát Aching to Pupate

Aching to
to pupate
Aching to
Aching to

Aching to
to pupate
Aching to
to pupate

I should butterflies
There's a shortage in the
stand on a street corner
All mysterious and

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

morning I wake up
With a purpose and a
put on a fake mustache
I'll drink Heineken, eat

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

Or I'll up on the bed
Waltzing with the broomstick
But before I leave the
I will my lips with lipstick

But peddling is a dirty
There's competition in the
Everyone is on a street
All and giddy

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

to pupate
Aching to
to pupate
Aching to

to pupate
Aching to
Aching to
to pupate