Luyện nghe bài hát Freakin' at the Freaker's Ball

(Shel Silverstein)

Well there's be a freaker's ball (ha ha)
Tonight at the Hall
And you you're invited one and all
Uh oh

Come on baby's your lips
Grab your hats and your hips
And don't forget to bring whips
We're going to the ball (yes)

your whistle, and bang your gong
Roll up something to along
It feels so good, it be wrong
freakin' at the freaker's ball

Well all the and the dykes they're boogie-in' together
The freaks are dressed in all kinds of leather
The greatest of the and the masochists too
Screaming hit me and I'll hit you

The FBI is with the junkies
All the straights, with the funkies
Across the and up the wall
freakin' at the freaker's ball, y'all
We're freakin' at the ball

Everybody's each other
Brother with sister, son with
Smear my body up butter
And take me to the ball

Pass that roach please, and the wine
I'll kiss yours if you'll mine
I'm gonna 'til I'm cold blind
Freakin' at the ball

White ones, black ones, ones, red ones
Necrophiliacs looking for dead
The of the sadists and the masochists too
please hit me and I'll hit you

Everybody ballin' in
Pyromaniacs strikin'
I'm gonna me where it scratches
Freakin' at the freaker's ball,
We're freakin' at the freaker's

We're at a
freakin' at the freaker's ball

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