Luyện nghe bài hát Backpaka Baba

Crime's the other of what's right
Baba lives on the wrong of the earth
On a plain flat he would've been white
by name aristocrat by birth

Selling on the beach by daily routine
the irony of your Western magazine
Papayabananacakecoconutjuice!
Baby with the pushes fruits and news

While man across the sea
To my under-developed diaper
White man across the sea
To wipe my ass with paper

I'm a passionate man help me
Ease my quench my thirst
Can you see devoured
I'll do anything to stay

Part of him feels like some new kind of
But all he can carry is hectograms of Goa
Big Mother Ocean shut the stereo
He to listen not to see

On Arambol his guitar will soon sound
When the last man's crossed the sea
His turned flat his passport photo black
Backpacker Baba's never coming