Luyện nghe bài hát Hootchie Gucci Fiorucci Mama

Everyday i see you wearing things that have never been worn
While the children at the government send money for the poor
And all you buy you bargain for, with little man
So from your silks down to your paramour
tres, tres, paragon

So its a backbeach in the
The chalet for the
You hoochie gucci fiorucci mama
You got really no to go

Antiques flown in from fill your house upon the hill
While your money sold the soul of rock and roll
For some cheap disco
I've seen peers pouting over beers
The loneliness it
Mistaking sex for sensuality
They bought in toorak

So its a backbeach in the
The for the snow
You poor hoochie fiorucci mama
You got really no to go

her empty castle
Her lonely heart will
The life that been losing's
Like some bagatelle
The loving that you found
You know the reason why

Oh hoochie fiorucci mama
you cry