Luyện nghe bài hát Trinket Trading, Tick Tooting, Toothless, Tired, Tramps... Or The 7t's

Dancing round in staring at the sky
Spending hours on a corner trying to a ride
Your is filthy and stoned out of her mind
She hasn't had a since 1969

You can't even you can't even spell
Begging and loafingis all you do well
Your heads full of lice you navels of lint
you fucking breath on me go get yourself a mint

Frisbee playing are lame...
God damn hippies always smell like shit, piss, hemp and

Stringing lots of beads really that neat
Dirty, drowsy hippie you to wash your feet
Daisy pickin fruit always low on cash
Take your magic beans and shove them up ass!

Nothing I hate more dirty chicks
The only things that like are gnats, fleas and ticks
Always out to lunch so confused
I if they'va ever own a fucking pair of shoes

Frisbee hitchikers are lame...
God hippies... SMELL!

Stupid lazy can't a job

I'd love to disinfect you, shower you bleach
Rock moron, nothing but a leech
Make you clip you toenails, make you cut your
Rid the of hippies, purifies our air