Luyện nghe bài hát The Downtown Talent Scout

Frank (lead guitar, vocals)
ingber (rhythm guitar)
Roy (bass)
Jimmy carl (drums)
Ray (tambourine)

The are freaking out
Everybody's goin'
The heats out every
To call up names and thier butts
But you turn around
You'll see some joker staring
He's got a secret recorder
And a camera in a
Pretending that he's just
Of the freaking out
But pay him off in acid
Cos he's a talent scout

He's got your
And he's got your
He's got ex-old lady's place
He's here to see what's goin
And they don't believe the things found

The badges gleam and the scream
When he pulls on the
They got no warrants in pockets
But that makes them supreme

You kids are smoking
You're sniffing paper baby
You're good n' plenties
We can tell your posture
Now line up here against the
Your frail and thin
And open up pockets
we dump the evidence in

Well they know that smoking
win a case in court
And they know that good n'
Aren't the psychedelic
But they your place apart
Because simply couldn't pass
A chance to drag some freaks
For smoking grass

Well you get your day in court
The food is foul
The day of you nearly die
maggots in your bowel
But modern law and
Has to such a point
That a trial is useless
They take you to the joint

Cause after all you look so
How anyone believe
That what you and what you feel
close at all to what is real

Blow your son