Luyện nghe bài hát Aching to Pupate

Aching to
Aching to
Aching to
Aching to

Aching to
Aching to
Aching to
to pupate

I peddle butterflies
a shortage in the city
I'll on a street corner
All and giddy

When the passersby by
I will up my trench coat
They will see the
Dangling like fake

Every morning I up
a purpose and a smirk
I'll put on a mustache
I'll Heineken, eat cornflakes

Then I'll my mom and dad
Tell them I'm doing fine
Or I'll a tipsy letter
To a good friend of mine

Or jump up on the bed
Waltzing madly with the
But I leave the house
I will fill my lips with

But peddling is a dirty
competition in the city
Everyone is on a street
All mysterious and

are selling bags and shoes
Some are selling books and
I've been standing here for
Not one butterfly's sold
And how I'm

to pupate
Aching to
to pupate
Aching to

Aching to
to pupate
Aching to
Aching to