Luyện nghe bài hát Packard Goose

Frank (lead guitar, vocals)
cucurullo (rhythm guitar, vocals)
Denny (slide guitar, vocals)
Ike (lead vocals)
Peter (keyboards)
Arthur (bass, vocals)
Ed (percussion)
Colaiuta (drums)

Joe: (clutching the hood of an ancient car)
Maybe you i
Was the packard
Or the
of the

Well fuck all
People, I
Need no
For what I am
Do you me, then?

All them 'n roll
is the worst
Kind of
punk like
Some new of
disease
Is the wave
Of the
Aw, me please!

Oh no, you go
Who do you for?
I wanna
I you is the
Government's
And peoples
Dumb is where
Coming
And keeping
Dumb is you're
from
Fuck all them
the pen in
Their
I be more
so they
Might
can all
my ass
But it's
So
best just
Stay
Hey, hey, hey

Hey, joe, who
Did you
Moe
The boy
And you
To the
Better suck a
or the shekels
Won't
And I don't
thumb
So on knees
You bum
tell yourself
yum
And it 'till
You're

Kinda
And of it
We be wary
what became
Of

And no sooner has he wondered, a of mary appears to him, delivering a little lecture...

Voice of mary's
Hi! me...
The from the bus...

The tour?
Well...

is
Not
is
Not
Wisdom is not
Truth is not
is not love
Love is not
is the best...
Wisdom is the
Of the wis
(which is extinct).
Beauty is a
corruption
Of a cloth
ornament
in
Resurgence...

And no sooner has she spoken (which is awkward and probably incorrect but what the fuck), enormous flabby short cloth neck ornaments obscure the horizon in a multitude, beating their ugly
Orking their hidden chrome snap attachments as they resurge in the direction of the white zone seeking snack material the utensil shrines of greater america...

If in the
Audience and
we do
Well, we you
To know we
you all too
But as for the
Sucker who
Write the
If his
Is
(his
Is prehensile)
He'll put
His
(he'll put
His pencil)
And
Himself a
On the cosmic
(cosmic utensil)
Go it all you got
On the utensil
(cosmic utensil)
Sit 'n until you rot
On the cosmic
(cosmic utensil)
He needs
To
On the cosmic
(cosmic
utensil)

Now that I got
Over
just play my
Imaginary guitar
Hey...
pretty good!
Hey...get down, me...
Boy, an
Imagination!
Love myself
I love myself...
I think...
tone!
Sounds an
gypsy!
What is

hip!