Luyện nghe bài hát Apache Rose Peacock

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

Lunatics on sticks
Another southern fried on a crucifix
Hicks don't mix with
People on the street kickin' to the licks

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

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

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

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

A little boy along
Name of Louis
Said that girl who me silly
She the looks of me and my willy

So I found her in the
God how I adored her
Oh she me feel so cozy
When she me I could call her Rosey

I your hair your skin so bare
I'll you with me girl anywhere (MII)
You well in stormy weather
I never met a that I liked better

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

Apache Rose gotta peacock
Hottest ass on the goddamn
Rockin' to the beat of the ass meters
She has one of built in heaters

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

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

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

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