Luyện nghe bài hát The Downtown Talent Scout

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

The are freaking out
goin' nuts
The out every night
To call up names and kick thier
But everytime you around
You'll see some joker back
He's got a tape recorder
And a camera in a
Pretending that he's just
Of the kiddies out
But they pay him off in
Cos he's a downtown scout

got your name
And got your face
He's got your ex-old place
He's to see what's goin down
And they believe the things he's found

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

You kids are dandelions
You're sniffing bags baby
You're dropping good n'
We can tell your posture
Now line up here against the
Your bodies and thin
And up your pockets
we dump the evidence in

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

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

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

Blow harmonica son