Luyện nghe bài hát The Downtown Talent Scout

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

The kids are out
goin' nuts
The heats out night
To up names and kick thier butts
But you turn around
You'll see some staring back
He's got a tape 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 downtown talent

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

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

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

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

Well you never get your day in
The food downtown is
The day of trial you die
With maggots in your
But law and justice
Has advanced to such a
That a trial is useless
They simply take you to the

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

Blow your son