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

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

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

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

Stringing lots of beads ain't that neat
Dirty, drowsy hippie you need to wash your
Daisy pickin fruit cake always low on
Take your magic and shove them up your ass!

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

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

lazy can't hold a job

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