Luyện nghe bài hát Sects Therapy

Lead frankie howerd

I was and depressed
fled the family home
When I met an old
I had only known

And I her over tea
Of my worries and my
And a morbid of eating beans
In tightly fitting

And she said psychoanalysis was the thing for me
And she knew a mayfair analyst I really to see

So I went round to his
And he saw me away
Though he asked a sum of I could ill afford to pay

But I lay on the couch
By a of flaccid flowers
And I talked and talked and and talked
For and hours and hours
And he told me tales of with great authority

And he asked me if my
Wore stiletto heels and
And I realised that poor soul
Was confused than me

Well the was so profound
I fled into the strand
Where I saw a hare krishna
And in with the band

This was the life for me
of worldly goods and care
And I and I ranted
Round and round square

I converted of thousands and they joined us then and there

But the bagwan was so
he called me over zealous
Then he me out
When I to cut off all my hair

(dr. ruth, dr. ruth, why not to dr. ruth? )

So I wrote to dr.
And she proposed
I should a nudist colony
And throw my clothes

All sun upon my flesh
Would set my free
And would guarentee much of it
Whatever may be

But I don't feel I was quite equipped for such a life

Fair of skin like my sisters
Too much sun give me blisters
So I I'll turn the whole thing in

And go home to the