Luyện nghe bài hát The Downtown Talent Scout

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

The are freaking out
Everybody's goin'
The heats out night
To up names and kick thier butts
But you turn around
You'll see joker staring back
He's got a tape recorder
And a camera in a
Pretending that he's another
Of the kiddies out
But they pay him off in
Cos a downtown talent scout

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

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

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

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

Well you never get day in court
The food is foul
The day of you nearly die
With maggots in your
But law and justice
Has advanced to a point
That a jury trial is
They simply take you to the

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

Blow your son