Luyện nghe bài hát Penguin in Bondage

Frank (lead guitar, vocals)
duke (keyboards, synthesizer, vocals)
Tom (bass)
underwood (percussion)
Jeff (rhythm guitar, vocals)
Don (synthesizer)
Bruce (trombone)
fowler (trumpet)
Napoleon brock (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 than
hello, hey!
Alright!
me folks.

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

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

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

Just like the penguin
Flappin' her eight ounce

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

her eight ounce wings, flappinumm

She's just a penguin in bondage, boy

up the pale-dry
ale
Tremblin' a penguin
When the battery

Lord, you must be havin' her through
A hoopa fire
With some wrapped around a
wire

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 the hoop across the room

Lord, you know it must be a penguin down
When you that terrible screamin' and
There no other
around

She's just like a 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 her straps
Too

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