Luyện nghe bài hát Boo Time

It's boo
Boo
It's boo
it

When every wanker's wound up
Frigid, fractious, and
The plebes up with plebiscite
the trad, go troglodyte

It's boo
Boo
It's boo

obligations grow obtuse
New neckties nab you a noose
The clown, the cleric, the
All crank the on their caboose

Something you buried
Way the estuary
and incendiary
Locked in a box of lead I

Mr. Moon, meek, mundane
Set sail on seas of
the mists of mauve membrane
Old friends all 'Auf Wiedersehn'

It might be howling on all
Or strolling out of doors
Perhaps an remedy
the mind what holds the key

Something that you
Way down the
Sharp and
in a box of lead I said

It's not to be what you are
Dip into that great big jar
Where always boo time

Boo
It's boo
Boo
boo time

Boo
Boo
It's boo, it's boo, boo