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

(Shel Silverstein)

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

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

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

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

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

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

that roach please, and pour the wine
I'll kiss yours if kiss mine
I'm boogie 'til I'm cold blind
at the freaker's ball

White ones, ones, yellow ones, red ones
Necrophiliacs looking for ones
The greatest of the and the masochists too
Screaming please hit me and hit you

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

at a ball
We're freakin' at the ball

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