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
Everybody's goin'
The heats out night
To call up names and kick butts
But everytime you turn
You'll see some joker back
He's got a secret tape
And a camera in a
Pretending that he's just
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 ex-old lady's
He's to see what's goin down
And they believe the things he's found

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

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

Well know that smoking flowers
Won't win a case in
And they know good n' plenties
Aren't the sort
But tear your place apart
Because they 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 trial you die
maggots in your bowel
But modern law and
Has to such a point
That a jury trial is
They simply 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 harmonica son