Luyện nghe bài hát Penguin in Bondage

Frank (lead guitar, vocals)
George (keyboards, synthesizer, vocals)
Tom (bass)
Ruth (percussion)
simmons (rhythm guitar, vocals)
Don (synthesizer)
Bruce (trombone)
Walt (trumpet)
murphy brock (tenor saxophone, flute, lead vocals)
Ralph (drums)
thompson (drums)
(background vocals)
(background vocals)
Robert (background vocals)

you.
Brian, I could use a little bit monitor.
hello, can't you turn up any more than that?
hello, hey!
Alright!
me folks.

The name of this song is in bondage,
An' it's a song that ah, with the possible variations on
A theme which is...well,
You what a basic theme is.
And then the variations ah, manoeuvres that might be
with the aid of ah, extra-terrestrial gratification
And devices which might or might not be supplied in a
Department or perhaps a drugstore but at very least in
One of those new shops that they advertise in the
Back-pages of the press.
This song suggests to the suggestible that the
Ordinary ah,
I am circumlocuting at this present time in order to get
This on television,
Is that ah, if you wanna do something other what you
Thought you gonna do when you first took your clothes off
And you happened to have some devices around...
it's, it's not only okay to get into the
of it all but...hey!
What did he say?

She's just like a in bondage, boy
Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh...

Way on the wet side
Of the bed (knirps for moisture)

Just like the penguin
Flappin' her eight wings

Lord, you know all over
If she atcha on the strut & wrap `em
All yer head

Flappin her eight ounce wings,

just like a penguin in bondage, boy

Shake up the
ale
Tremblin' a penguin
When the fail

Lord, you must be havin' her through
A real fire
some kleenex wrapped around a
Coat-hang

She's like a penguin in bondage, boy
Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh...

Howlin' over to
Antarcticulated

In the nite
With her flaps gone
Shriekin' as she the hoop across the room

Lord, you know it must be a penguin down
When you hear that terrible and
There ain't no
Birds

She's just a penguin in bondage, boy
Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh...
just like a penguin in bondage, boy
Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh...

Aw, you must be
Not to leave her
Too

`cause she just box yer dog
She might box yer doggie
An' leave you a dog biscuit...