Luyện nghe bài hát Boo Time

It's boo
Boo
It's boo
it

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

It's boo
Boo
boo time

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

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

Mr. Metro Moon, meek,
Set on seas of cellophane
Mapped the mists of mauve
Old all sang 'Auf Wiedersehn'

It might be howling on all
Or naked out of doors
Perhaps an herbal
Reminds the mind holds the key

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

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

Boo
boo time
Boo
It's boo

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