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

(Shel Silverstein)

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

Come on grease your lips
Grab your hats and swing your
And don't forget to bring your
going to the freaker's ball (yes)

Blow your whistle, and bang your
Roll up to take along
It feels so good, it must be
We're freakin' at the ball

Well all the fags and the dykes they're together
The leather freaks are dressed in all kinds of
The greatest of the sadists and the too
Screaming please hit me and hit you

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

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

Pass that roach please, and the wine
I'll kiss yours if you'll kiss
I'm boogie 'til I'm cold blind
Freakin' at the freaker's

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

Everybody ballin' in
Pyromaniacs matches
I'm gonna itch me it scratches
at the freaker's ball, y'all
We're at the freaker's ball

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

(c) 1973 Tro-Essex Ltd.