Luyện nghe bài hát Aching to Pupate

Aching to
Aching to
to pupate
Aching to

to pupate
Aching to
Aching to
Aching to

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

the passersby pass by
I will up my trench coat
They see the butterflies
Dangling fake Rolex's

Every I wake up
With a purpose and a
put on a fake 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 real friend of mine

Or jump up on the bed
Waltzing madly with the
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 and giddy

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

to pupate
Aching to
to pupate
Aching to

Aching to
to pupate
Aching to
Aching to