Luyện nghe bài hát Joey Demento

The had the boys
Up the car
Down Santa Monica
Baby food for the and sick
LA for spawning it

High hair
Low slung
The big boy
The cut dress

Ran a chicken
For a guy Tex
I know who Tex
bring home next
One a slum
One who was a bum
One on the run
son
One mother was in on the kick
Baby food for the and sick

There's cops at the
But she doesn't hear
too busy practising Santeria
Oh Chango
Oh Chango
Chango Chango won't you bring me
Plenty of
Oh yes! And a bit of love

up tight
On a mattress of
Four tied to the corners of the bed
Mummy's ringing in my head
Mummy's goodbyes in my head
Goodbye,

There's on the till
And at the tools
Hot iron
And a of steel
put my name on a runaway list
I never I'd get caught like this

She's down at a coconut shrine
Chango Chango won't you bring me a man
Chango Chango won't you me a man
A man who is
Who never acts
And you know where been
from a dream that is
Someone take me away from here
ME! The finest in Mexico City
Being Den Mother in a

I'd like to put out of their misery
But a gun to the doesn't quite seem like me
I'd like to put them out of their
But a gun to the temple quite seem like me

Chango
Chango
Chango