Luyện nghe bài hát Attitude Chicken

Later on that evening
I thought I'd had
I sat in a restaurant and
powdered drugs
I ordered up dew-soaked lettuce
by virgin hands
on a bed of
Pearl encrusted
Well the waiter's was Renee and
He told me how his
Who had 47
And how they'd planned
To grow the vegetables in
All the land
"They're poor," he said "but and
Well that's what counts"
And every after
20 hour day
They'd sleep content
restaurant far away
Where fat fucks in designer
Would order deals
The smallest of these
Tiny for their meals

the blood it clots
And the hearts get
See everybody's searching for...that chicken

My Porsche got stuck in and
My said get real
How you get me stuck here
How d'you think made me feel
I got a Yamaha 5
A was what I needed
With my name spelt on the number
Like Revere on speed
Yes my name is Anne
But she says the K is
Put the H the A or
She "rilly violent"
She designer jewels
And she's got clothes
Which go her designer mouth
Eyes, ass, and nose

And she another line
And she's talking lickin'
And that's my signal to send our for...that attitude

A special
fills the need
Is to feed
The endless

Yes poultry time
For all you kittens
Let's get hip and do...attitude

Now when she she screams designer screams
At the right moment
Loud so the neighbours hear
And I'm really potent
She's considerate like
Which is why I I love her
And by that I you don't think
That I am to smother
Her uniqueness or her
To find other lovers
And express sexually
In to discover
The inner that every modern woman
In the
Has a right to
I as modern man
Of respect and understand
And indeed can empathise
Appreciate,
Feel for and with
And any I might make
To her
Has vetted and approved of
by the Commissary

Still the get hatched
And the the thicken
See everybody's for...that attitude chicken

Neatly politics
For all the minds
it's the special lobby
For multi-cultured times
The Correct
Are the Nazis of our
When the freedom of ideas
That makes man

Let's drag out the old
If he's alive and kicking
And go riding off in for that...attitude chicken

Gobble, gobble, gobble,
Cluck, cluck, cluck,
chicken

I'd rather be a hammer a nail

*written by Bob
*taken from the album "The Club"