Luyện nghe bài hát The Downtown Talent Scout

Frank (lead guitar, vocals)
Elliot (rhythm guitar)
Roy (bass)
Jimmy black (drums)
Ray (tambourine)

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

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

The badges gleam and the minors
When he on the scene
They got no warrants in pockets
But that badge makes them

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

they know that smoking flowers
Won't win a in court
And they know that n' plenties
the psychedelic sort
But they your place apart
Because they simply couldn't
A chance to drag freaks downtown
For smoking devil

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 take you to the joint

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

your harmonica son