Luyện nghe bài hát The Downtown Talent Scout

Frank (lead guitar, vocals)
Elliot (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 kick butts
But you turn around
see some joker staring back
He's got a secret recorder
And a in a sack
Pretending he's just another
Of the kiddies out
But pay him off in acid
Cos a downtown talent scout

He's got name
And he's got your
He's got your lady's place
He's here to see what's down
And they believe the things he's found

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

You kids are smoking
You're sniffing paper baby
You're good n' plenties
We can tell your sags
Now up here against the wall
bodies frail and thin
And open up pockets
While we dump the in

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

you never get your day in court
The food downtown is
The day of trial you die
maggots in your bowel
But law and justice
Has advanced to such a
a jury trial is useless
They take you to the joint

after all you look so freaky
How could believe
That what you think and you feel
Comes close at all to what is

Blow your son