Luyện nghe bài hát Penguin in Bondage

Frank (lead guitar, vocals)
George (keyboards, synthesizer, vocals)
Tom (bass)
underwood (percussion)
Jeff (rhythm guitar, vocals)
Don (synthesizer)
Bruce (trombone)
fowler (trumpet)
Napoleon murphy (tenor saxophone, flute, lead vocals)
humphrey (drums)
Chester (drums)
(background vocals)
(background vocals)
Robert (background vocals)

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

The name of song is penguin in bondage,
An' it's a song that ah, deals with the possible on
A basic which is...well,
You what a basic theme is.
And then the variations include ah, manoeuvres that be
Executed with the aid of ah, gratification
And devices which might or not be supplied in a local
Department store or perhaps a drugstore but at very in
One of those fancy new shops that they in the
Back-pages of the press.
This suggests to the suggestible listener that the
Ordinary ah,
That I am circumlocuting at this present time in to get
This on television,
Is that ah, if you wanna do something than what you
Thought you were gonna do when you first your clothes off
And you just happened to have devices around...
Then 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 the mighty penguin
Flappin' her ounce wings

Lord, you it's all over
If she comes atcha on the strut & `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 must be havin' her jumpin'
A hoopa real
With kleenex wrapped around a
Coat-hang

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

Howlin' to some
moon

In the frostbite
With her flaps gone
Shriekin' as she spot the hoop the room

Lord, you know it must be a bound down
When you hear terrible screamin' and
There no other
Birds

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