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 everytime you around
You'll see some staring back
He's got a secret tape
And a camera in a
Pretending that he's just
Of the freaking out
But they pay him off in
Cos he's a downtown talent

He's got name
And got your face
He's got your ex-old lady's
here to see what's goin down
And they don't believe the things found

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

You kids are dandelions
You're sniffing paper bags
You're dropping n' plenties
We can your posture sags
Now up here against the wall
bodies frail and thin
And open up your
While we the evidence in

they know that smoking flowers
Won't win a case in
And they know that good n'
the psychedelic sort
But they your place apart
they simply couldn't pass
A chance to drag some freaks
For smoking devil

Well you get your day in court
The food downtown is
The day of trial you die
With maggots in bowel
But law and justice
Has to such a point
a jury trial is useless
They simply take you to the

Cause after all you look so
How could anyone
That what you think and what you
Comes at all to what is real

Blow your son