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

(Shel Silverstein)

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

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

Blow your whistle, and bang gong
up something to take along
It feels so good, it must be
We're at the freaker's ball

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

The FBI is dancin' with the
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

kissing each other
Brother sister, son with mother
Smear my body up butter
And take me to the freaker's

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

ones, black ones, yellow ones, red ones
Necrophiliacs for dead ones
The of the sadists and the masochists too
Screaming please hit me and hit you

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

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

(c) 1973 Music Ltd.