Luyện nghe bài hát Beware the Killer Tents

Beware the tents
Beware the tents

The tents are coming, over the
We thought were inanimate
But now they're set to
At Ridge this summer
Somehow we've enraged the Falcon
Tents have turned to creeping, crawling, body-snatching

It was time for the big hoedown, it was '99
Susan Werner saw a tent pole like an ivy vine
Eddie from Ohio his rear view mirror saw
How with reckless abandon they were eatin' raw
(Tents, is)

The Kennedy's Greg Brown
his soul food bowl
Said surely nothing good can come
a grassy knoll

Time to cut the
And beat a fast
Vance Gilbert's looking tasty
And tents they gotta eat
(They like the meat)

The tents are coming, the hill
We thought were inanimate
But now set to kill
At Ridge this summer
Somehow enraged the Falcon Gods
Tents have turned to creeping, crawling, pods

the Jester wasn't joshing when he said, "They'll kill us all"
And an unharmonious wail the end of Ellis Paul
Cry, cry, cry as devoured, run, run, run as they hurl
The undigested flesh of LJ and Stacey Earle

They'll execute a Hudson
As the mother commands
Slithering all the way from Utah
in hand

To the machinery
From where folk feasts are
So this time year this field will just be
Wild growing

The tents are coming, the hill
We they were inanimate
But now they're set to
At Falcon Ridge this
Somehow enraged the Falcon Gods
Tents turned to creeping, crawling, body-snatching pods

Beware the tents

Tony Trischka's banjo
The hungry will sup
And even Ani will be
Up, up, up, up, up

From Ferron they'll
macabre vendetta
And the Nields will have the chance
To get over slut Greta

No Falcon Ridge performer escape this ghastly crime
for those who weren't invited
And those names are hard to rhyme
of Fruvous, you may ask

Listen up, let me
We joined forces with the
And turned them into the of Spain

Yes, with terrifying army
Fruvous futures have been
We've off the folkies
But our ticket prices been doubled

The tents are coming, the hill
We thought they were
But now they're set to
At Falcon Ridge summer
Somehow we've the Falcon Gods
Tents have turned to creeping, crawling, pods

Beware the tents
the killer tents