Luyện nghe bài hát Arnold & Willis & Mr. Drumond

Straight from the streets of Harlem,
Come two Willis and Arnold,
Black goldfish in the bowl,
He's feet high, from with the afro.
Stealing from the cookie jar,
Droppin' water on cars.
I hope Mrs. Garret see,
play sick for Mohammed Ali.
The is coming,
To milk money.
Arnold, and Willis, and Mr. Drummond,
And forget Kimberly.
They just cancelled of Hazard,
Strokes is all I want to see.
Way up high in the apartment,
Making us laugh Willis and Arnold.
Mr. got the dough,
They get to in a limo.
Different Strokes, almost time.
We just watch 'cause fine.
Half hour long it fills us,
he says, "What you talkin' 'bout Willis?"
Write the company,
Strokes all the time.
Arnold, and Willis, and Mr. Drummond,
And forget Kimberly.
They just Dukes of Hazard,
Different is all I want to see.
Mr. Drumond, a man of the means,
Loves two brothers,
only got the blue jeans.
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