Luyện nghe bài hát Arnold & Willis & Mr. Drumond

Straight from the ghetto of Harlem,
Come two Willis and Arnold,
Black goldfish in the bowl,
He's three feet high, from the afro.
Stealing cookies from the jar,
Droppin' balloons on cars.
I hope Mrs. won't see,
Just sick for Mohammed Ali.
The is coming,
To milk money.
Arnold, and Willis, and Mr. Drummond,
And forget Kimberly.
They just Dukes of Hazard,
Different Strokes is all I to see.
Way up high in the apartment,
us laugh it's Willis and Arnold.
Mr. got the dough,
They get to in a limo.
Different Strokes, it's time.
We just watch 'cause fine.
Half hour it never fills us,
When he says, "What you 'bout Willis?"
Write the company,
Different all the time.
Arnold, and Willis, and Mr. Drummond,
And forget Kimberly.
They just Dukes of Hazard,
Strokes 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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