Luyện nghe bài hát Apache Rose Peacock

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

Lunatics on pogo
Another southern fried on a crucifix
Hicks mix with politics
People on the street kickin' to the licks

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

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

I saw a walkin down the block
Name Apache 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.)
or physically
I want to be in New

A little boy came
of Louis Armstrong
Said that who left me silly
She liked the of me and my willy

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

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

Twinkle little star
Shining on my blue car
Drivin' the boulevard
She was and I was hard

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

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

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

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

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