Luyện nghe bài hát Who Needs The Peace Corps?

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

Walked past the wig
Danced at the
I'm completely
I'm hippy & I'm
I'm a on my own
I'll stay a & get the crabs &
Take a bus back
I'm just a phony
But me
I'm stoned

Every town must a place
Where phony meet
Psychedelic
Popping up on street
GO TO SAN . . .

How I love ya, How I ya
How I love ya, How I 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 have a place
Where phony meet
dungeons
Popping up on street
GO TO SAN . . .

Hotcha!

First I'll buy beads
And then perhaps a band
To go around my
Some and bells
And a book of Indian
I will ask the Chamber Of
How to get to Street
And smoke an awful lot of
I wander around barefoot
I will a psychedelic gleam in my eye at all times
I love everyone
I will love the police as they kick the out of me on the street
I sleep . . .
I will, I will go to a
That's, that's what I do
I go to a house
there's a rock & roll band
'Cause the groups all live
And I join a rock & roll band
I will be their manager
And I will stay there with
And I will get the
But I care
. . .