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
a shortage in the city
I'll stand on a corner
All mysterious and

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

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

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

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

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

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

Aching to
Aching to
to pupate
Aching to

to pupate
Aching to
to pupate
Aching to