Luyện nghe bài hát Surfin’ Act

Without fickle knowledge
We don't go to college
With a sound ska education and ska sound a mention
the worm in your tequila
We're Santa only real-er
With a big red sack, chock cool tunes
in our town, they know who we are:
Los cap ska
LOS CAP SKA!
Los cap ska
LOS CAP SKA!
So it's criminal
I wanna see the women all wave your in the air

doesn't matter to me
up in the ACT
Bondi matter to me
up in the ACT

I've a hotter disposition a Swedish sex position
And a to freedom but no pills cause we don't need em
We're the little rascals
We like ska parcels
When we rock (rock) this (this) house the stones
People in our town, know who we are:
Los cap ska
LOS CAP SKA!
Los cap ska
LOS CAP SKA!
So subliminal it's
I wanna see the women all wave hands in the air

Beach doesn't matter to me
up in the ACT
Broulee doesn't to me
up in the ACT

When come to see us
They can't hide it
They're like Big Kev twice as excited
We're 4th wave, but not tidal
We're Australian but not fucking idle
With a hotter brass section than a lingerie
And a marketable look call 'boy next door'
We're you get high on
Like cupcakes Byron
Ain't no to cry on
We're the white from Zion

Bronte don't nothing to me
up in the ACT
Coogee don't mean to me
up in the ACT