Luyện nghe bài hát Ants Marching (no New Directions)

He up in the morning
Does his teeth bite to eat and he's
Never changes a
The week ends the begins
She thinks, we look at each
Wondering what the is thinking
But we never say a
These crimes between us grow

Goes to visit his
She feeds him well his
He them
And being small
Playing under the table and

these chances
Place them in a box until a time
down, you up and die

Driving in on this
All these cars and upon the
in every direction
No words
No time to

And all the ants are marching
Red and antennas waving
all do it the same
They all do it the way

Candyman tempting the of a
Sweet tooth by the weight loss
Program the corners
end, loose end, cut, cut
On the fence, not to offend
Cut, cut, cut, cut

these chances
Place them in a box a quieter time
down, you up and die