Luyện nghe bài hát Who Needs The Peace Corps?

What's there to live
Who needs the corps?
Think I'll DROP OUT
go to Frisco
Buy a wig &
On floor

Walked past the wig
Danced at the
I'm stoned
I'm & I'm trippy
I'm a on my own
I'll stay a week & get the &
Take a bus home
I'm just a phony
But me
'Cause I'm

Every town have a place
Where phony meet
dungeons
Popping up on every
GO TO SAN . . .

How I ya, How I love ya
How I ya, How I love ya Frisco!
How I ya, How I love ya
How I ya, How I love ya
Oh, my hair is getting in the back!

Every town must a place
Where phony hippies
Psychedelic
up on every street
GO TO SAN . . .

Hotcha!

First buy some beads
And then perhaps a band
To go my head
Some and bells
And a book of lore
I will ask the Of Commerce
How to get to Haight
And an awful lot of dope
I will wander barefoot
I will have a gleam in my eye at all times
I will love
I will the police as they kick the shit out of me on the street
I sleep . . .
I will, I go to a house
That's, what I will do
I will go to a
Where there's a rock & roll
'Cause the all live together
And I will join a & roll band
I be their road manager
And I will stay there them
And I get the crabs
But I won't
. . .