Luyện nghe bài hát Shutter Buggin'

Dog eats dog. Give and - take and giving.
Hands feed. A man's gotta make a living.
Charcoal barbeque. wagon. Nice dream.
Selling cigarettes and magazines and ice cream.
There's all kinds of hunger pains, and hormones,
500 flavors, hard and pornos.
You it, I got it. Low-life, high-strung.
I just watch the game, get fat and die young.
I go to church, pay my taxes, smile nice, won't
I don't understand your needs and frankly I care.
He wants to be a and she wants to be an actress.
I just want to stash some money my mattress.
Wine and candy, and dandy. Old and proper unity.
Community be damned, I see a opportunity:
Women hips and brains instead of scrounging for tips and change.
Ships and planes. High heel shoes and and chains...

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Flashy-flash! the birdy!
Trashy-trash! Wash the

Mail order fantasies. for shipment.
I got a eye for beauty and some camera equipment.
My friends call me Mr. Lens. I'm focused.
The girl next becomes a goddess like hocus-pocus.
Studio lights and bondage gear hangs on hooks.
Descriptions of fetishes down in some notebooks.
The customer's always right if you say it's wrong.
I always ask questions and the girls just play along.
Venus in furs, nylon, go-go boots.
There's always an mood at the photo shoots.
Handcuffs and harnesses. else if it pleases.
Plus, some 8mm of some strip teases.
Two pretty girls in broad daylight, might
fight and tie each other up if the pay's right.
Senators and door neighbours, it's a funny biz.
Not saying that I like it, it's just where the is...

(2x)Flashy-flash! the birdy!
Trashy-trash! Wash the

Tore up the rule book. convention.
Undaunted, some unwanted attention.
Weirdos and do-gooders, big and minimals.
with serious problems and criminals.
Fifty thousand names on the mailing estimated.
attack, being tested and investigated.
Juvenile delinquency my ass! What is shit?!
Fought by some of the same men I do business with.
focus on the negatives, treating us like common crooks.
I'm an goddammit! They said the same thing about comic books.
Who could have guessed it? a mob scene.
The is undeniable, but they say its obscene.
Spread eagle, American beauty: and splendid.
Major offended. as nature intended.
Leaves a bad taste in some mouths, maybe bitter.
Don't your manure, I'm an entrepreneur not a babysitter...

the birdy, Wash, Wash, Wash, Wash the birdy

Flashy-flash!
Trashy-trash! (wash wash)
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