Luyện nghe bài hát Aching to Pupate

Aching to
to pupate
Aching to
to pupate

Aching to
Aching to
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
They see the butterflies
Dangling fake Rolex's

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

Then 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
madly with the broomstick
But I leave the house
I will fill my lips with

But is a dirty sport
There's in the city
Everyone is on a corner
All and giddy

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

Aching to
Aching to
Aching to
Aching to

Aching to
Aching to
to pupate
Aching to