Luyện nghe bài hát Washaway

Mother's in the kitchen up the window panes
Smell of cabbage comes up from an open drain
But no amount of scrubbing could ever a gravy stain

Washaway, washaway, washaway
Washaway, washaway every dirty you get

Streets lay deserted, no one exerted
Sat on their couches loose change in their pouches
They spend it if they tried, oh no

In Mr. Softee dressed up like and ice cream cone
for his supper, heading for a stately home
But a thousand Yorkshire puddings, make his business boom

Washaway, washaway, washaway
Washaway, every dirty stain you get

See how they wander to kill in droves they squander
Money in centers that feed on the mind, oh
It gets you down

Washaway, washaway, washerette
Business as at the uptown launderette

Washaway, washaway, washaway, washaway the
Washaway, washaway, it, wash it, wash it
it, wash it, wash it, washaway the dirt