Luyện nghe bài hát Disco Boy (Live At The Palladium, NYC / 10-29-77 / Show 2)

Terry (drums, background vocals)
Davey (vocals)
Lewis (organ, vocals)
Roy (bass, vocals)
Parlato (bass)
Napoleon Brock (saxophone, vocals)
Ruth (synthesizer, marimba)
Donnie (harmonica)
Neil (harp)
Ruben De Guevara (background vocals)
Sharkie (background vocals)

Disco boy! Run to and comb your hair.
Disco boy! your lip, and check your shoulders,
'cause some might be hiding there.

Disco boy, your the king, aw the
thing made you think someday that you
just go somewhere.

Disco girl, you're outa sight, you a
disco boy, to you right.
do a little dance, take you home tonight.
Leave his alone, but you can kiss his comb.

boy! Run to toilet and comb your hair.
Disco boy! Shake it more than times and you're
playing with it while you're there.

Disco boy, do the bump every night, 'til the disco
who's really right, fall for your line,
and feed you a box of chicken delight.

Disco so demure,
pump that booty all the floor.
A drink, a disco wink,
you go duty that's what you think.
You never go duty what you think.
You never go duty what you think.

Duty. Go duty!
Duty. Go duty!
Duty. You go duty.
Duty. You go duty.
Duty. You go duty.
Duty. You go duty.
You duty. Go duty.
Duty. You duty.

Disco boy! You got one more chance, to comb hair again.
Disco boy! closing the bar, and she's
leaving with friend.

Disco boy, the way it goes, so wipe your nose, and
try it again, to get a lay tomorrow.

boy, no one understands, but thank the lord that you
still got hands, to help you do that that'll
blot out disco sorrow.

It's love tonight. Make sure you look alright.
It's disco love tonight. Make you look alright.