Luyện nghe bài hát Fitzpleasure

Tralala, trala, tra-la, la
Tralala, trala, tra-la, la
Tralala, trala, tra-la, la
Tralala, trala, tra-la, la

In your snatch fits pleasure, pleasure
greedy and googling every corner

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Dead in the middle of the M-O-N
did I know then that the Mandela Boys soon become Mandela Men
Tall woman, the pylons down
And them around the necks of all the feckless men that queue to be the next

Steepled
Ring
jumpers
Rock, fist, paper,
fluffers
(The choir)
In your hoof the heartland
Where we tent for our treasure, pleasure,
Les yeux, it's all in your

In snatch fits pleasure, broom-shaped pleasure
Deep greedy and every corner

Tralala, trala, tra-la,
Oh, by the lights