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 plugged up plebiscite
Trim the trad, go

It's boo
Boo
It's boo

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

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

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

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

Something you buried
Way down the
and incendiary
Locked in a box of I said

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

Boo
boo time
Boo
boo time

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