Luyện nghe bài hát The Downtown Talent Scout

Frank (lead guitar, vocals)
ingber (rhythm guitar)
Roy (bass)
Jimmy carl (drums)
Ray (tambourine)

The are freaking out
Everybody's nuts
The heats out every
To call up names and kick butts
But everytime you turn
You'll see some joker back
got a secret tape recorder
And a in a sack
Pretending that he's another
Of the freaking out
But pay him off in acid
Cos he's a talent scout

He's got your
And got your face
got your ex-old lady's place
He's here to see what's down
And they believe the things he's found

The gleam and the minors scream
he pulls on the scene
They got no warrants in pockets
But that makes them supreme

You kids are dandelions
sniffing paper bags baby
You're dropping good n'
We can your posture sags
Now line up here the wall
Your bodies and thin
And open up your
While we the evidence in

Well they that smoking flowers
Won't win a in court
And know that good n' plenties
Aren't the psychedelic
But they your place apart
they simply couldn't pass
A to drag some freaks downtown
For smoking grass

Well you never get your day in
The food downtown is
The day of you nearly die
With maggots in bowel
But modern law and
Has advanced to such a
That a jury trial is
They simply you to the joint

Cause all you look so freaky
How anyone believe
what you think and what you feel
Comes close at all to what is

Blow your son