Luyện nghe bài hát Penguin in Bondage

hank you. (Brian, I could use a little bit more monitor). Hello hello (can't you turn it up any more than that?) Hello hello . . . Hey! Alright! Pardon me, folks. The name of this song is "Penguin in Bondage," an' it's a song that, uh, deals with the possible variations on a basic theme which is . . . well, you understand what the basic theme is. And then the variations include, uh, manoeuvres that might be executed with the aid of, uh, extra-terrestrial gratification and devices which might or might not be supplied in a local department store or perhaps a drugstore but at very least in one of those fancy new shops that they advertise in the back-pages of the free press. This song suggests to the suggestible listener that the ordinary procedure, uh, that I'm circumlocuting at this present time in order to get this text on television, is that, uh, if you wanna do something other than what you thought you were gonna do when you first took your clothes off and you just happened to have some DEVICES around . . . then it's, it's not okay to get into the PARAPHERNALIA of it all but . . . hey! What did he say? Ready?

She's like a Penguin in Bondage, boy
Oh yeah, Oh yeah, Oh . . .

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

Just like the mighty
Flappin' her eight wings
(The Flap)

Lord, you know all over
If she come on the strut & wrap 'em all around yer head
her eight ounce wings, flappinumm

She's like a Penguin in Bondage, boy

Shake up the
ale

Tremblin' a Penguin
the battery fail

Lord, you must be her jumpin' through a hoopa real fire
With some Kleenex wrapped around a coat-hang

just like a Penguin in Bondage, boy
Oh yeah, Oh yeah, Oh . . .

Howlin' to some
moon

In the frostbite
her flaps gone white
Shriekin' as she spot the across the room
(Everytime she the hoop)

You know it must be a Penguin down
If you hear that 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 be careful
Not to her straps
TOO

'Cause she just box yer dog
She just box yer doggie
An' leave you a dog biscuit . . .