Luyện nghe bài hát Packard Goose

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

Joe: (clutching the hood ornament of an car)
you thought i
Was the packard
Or the
of the

Well fuck all
People, I
no excuse
For what I am
Do you hear me,

All them rock 'n
Writers is the
of sleaze
Selling punk
new kind of
English
Is the wave
Of the
Aw, me please!

Oh no, you go
Who do you for?
I wanna
I you is the
whore
And keeping
is where you're
Coming
And peoples
Dumb is you're
from
Fuck all writers
the pen in
Their
I will be
so they
Might
can all
my ass
But because
So
They'd best
away
Hey, hey, hey

Hey, joe, who
Did you
Moe
The boy
And you
To the
Better suck a
Harder or the
Won't
And I don't
Your
So on your
You bum
tell yourself
yum
And it 'till
numb

Kinda
And of it
We be wary
what became
Of

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

Voice of vision:
Hi! me...
The from the bus...

The tour?
Well...

is
Not
is
Not
is not truth
Truth is not
Beauty is not
Love is not
is the best...
Wisdom is the
Of the wis
(which is extinct).
is a french
Phonetic
Of a short
Neck
in
Resurgence...

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

If in the
and like
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
a squat
On the utensil
(cosmic utensil)
Go it all you got
On the cosmic
(cosmic utensil)
Sit 'n until you rot
On the cosmic
(cosmic utensil)
He really
To
On the utensil
(cosmic
utensil)

Now I got that
with
I'll just my
Imaginary guitar
Hey...
Soundin' good!
Hey...get down, me...
Boy, an
Imagination!
Love myself
Than I myself...
I think...
tone!
Sounds an
gypsy!
What is

hip!