Luyện nghe bài hát Apache Rose Peacock

Sittin' on a of beans
down in New Orleans
You wouldn't believe what seen
on that sack of beans

Lunatics on pogo
Another southern fried freak on a
don't mix with politics
People on the street just kickin' to the

Yes my favorite to be
Is not a land called Lee (MI.)
Mentally or
I to be in New Orleans

Oh good just when I thought
That I had it all
My eyes popped out, my got hard
And I my jaw

I saw a bird down the block
Name Rose Peacock
I not speak I was in shock
I my knees to please not knock

Yes my favorite to be
Is not a land called Lee (MI.)
or physically
I want to be in New

A little boy came
Name of Armstrong
Said that girl who left me
She the looks of me and my willy

So I her in the quarter
Good God how I her
Oh she made me so cozy
When she me I could call her Rosey

I kiss your hair your skin so
I'll take you me girl anywhere (MII)
You fare well in weather
I never met a girl I liked better

twinkle little star
Shining down on my car
down the boulevard
She was soft and I was

Apache Rose gotta rockin'
Hottest ass on the block
to the beat of the funky ass meters
She has one of those in heaters

I kiss your hair your skin so
I'll take you with me anywhere (MII)
You fare well in stormy
I met a girl that I liked better

Voodoo gurus casting spells
Cockatoo drag queens their bells
Silver sound the trumpet
Watch your leg might hump it

Chicken strut your let's rock
Gettin' it on your frock
Flowing like a all through the night
My insane but it's alright

Yes my favorite to be
Is not a land called Lee (MI.)
Mentally or
I to be in New Orleans