Luyện nghe bài hát Aching to Pupate

Aching to
to pupate
Aching to
to pupate

Aching to
to pupate
Aching to
to pupate

I should butterflies
a shortage in the city
I'll stand on a street
All mysterious and

When the passersby by
I open up my trench coat
They see the butterflies
Dangling like fake

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

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

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

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

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

Aching to
to pupate
Aching to
to pupate

Aching to
Aching to
Aching to
Aching to