Luyện nghe bài hát Freakin' at the Freaker's Ball

(Shel Silverstein)

Well there's be a freaker's ball (ha ha)
at the Freaker's Hall
And you know you're one and all
Uh oh

Come on grease your lips
your hats and swing your hips
And forget to bring your whips
We're going to the freaker's (yes)

your whistle, and bang your gong
Roll up to take along
It so good, it must be wrong
We're freakin' at the ball

Well all the fags and the dykes boogie-in' together
The leather freaks are dressed in all of leather
The greatest of the sadists and the too
Screaming please hit me and hit you

The FBI is dancin' with the
All the straights, swingin' with the
Across the and up the wall
We're freakin' at the freaker's ball,
We're at the freaker's ball

kissing each other
Brother sister, son with mother
Smear my body up butter
And take me to the freaker's

Pass that roach please, and the wine
I'll yours if you'll kiss mine
I'm gonna boogie I'm cold blind
Freakin' at the freaker's

White ones, black ones, ones, red ones
Necrophiliacs looking for dead
The greatest of the sadists and the too
Screaming hit me and I'll hit you

Everybody ballin' in
strikin' matches
I'm itch me where it scratches
at the freaker's ball, y'all
We're at the freaker's ball

at a ball
We're freakin' at the ball

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