Luyện nghe bài hát Apache Rose Peacock

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

Lunatics on pogo
Another fried freak on a crucifix
Hicks mix with politics
People on the street just to the licks

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

Oh good brother just when I
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 could not speak I was in
I told my to please not knock

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

A little boy along
Name of Armstrong
that girl who left me silly
She liked the looks of me and my

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

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

Twinkle little star
Shining down on my car
down the boulevard
She was and I was hard

Apache gotta rockin' peacock
ass on the goddamn block
Rockin' to the beat of the funky ass
She has one of those in heaters

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

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

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

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