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 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 only okay to get into the PARAPHERNALIA of it all but . . . hey! What did he say? Ready?

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

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

like the mighty Penguin
Flappin' her eight ounce
(The Flap)

Lord, you know it's all
If she come atcha on the strut & wrap 'em all yer head
Flappin' her ounce wings, flappinumm

She's just a Penguin in Bondage, boy

up the pale-dry
ale

Tremblin' a Penguin
When the fail

Lord, you must be havin' her jumpin' through a hoopa real
With some Kleenex wrapped around a wire

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

Howlin' to some
moon

In the frostbite
With her flaps white
as she spot the hoop across the room
(Everytime she the hoop)

You know it must be a Penguin bound
If you hear that terrible and there ain't no other
Birds

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

Aw, you be careful
Not to leave her
TOO

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