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

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

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

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

Stringing lots of beads really ain't neat
Dirty, drowsy hippie you need to your feet
Daisy pickin fruit always low on cash
Take your magic beans and them up your ass!

Nothing I hate dirty hairy chicks
The only things like them are gnats, fleas and ticks
Always out to always so confused
I wonder if they'va ever own a fucking pair of

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

lazy can't hold a job

I'd love to you, shower you with bleach
Rock collecting moron, but a leech
Make you you toenails, make you cut your hair
Rid the of hippies, purifies our air