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)
fowler (trombone)
Walt (trumpet)
Napoleon murphy (tenor saxophone, flute, lead vocals)
humphrey (drums)
Chester (drums)
(background vocals)
(background vocals)
Robert (background vocals)

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

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

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

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

Just like the penguin
her eight ounce wings

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

Flappin her eight wings, flappinumm

just like a penguin in bondage, boy

Shake up the
ale
Tremblin' a penguin
When the battery

Lord, you be havin' her jumpin' through
A hoopa real
With some kleenex around a
Coat-hang

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

Howlin' over to
moon

In the nite
her flaps gone white
Shriekin' as she spot the hoop across the

Lord, you it must be a penguin bound down
When you hear terrible screamin' and
ain't no other
Birds

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

Aw, you must be
Not to her straps
Too

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