Luyện nghe bài hát Beware the Killer Tents

Beware the tents
Beware the tents

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

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

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

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

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

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

They'll execute a Hudson
As the tent commands
Slithering all the way from Utah
Screwdrivers in

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

The are coming, over the hill
We they were inanimate
But now set to kill
At Falcon Ridge summer
we've enraged the Falcon Gods
Tents turned to creeping, crawling, body-snatching pods

Beware the tents

Tony Trischka's hallowed
The tents will sup
And even Ani will be
Up, up, up, up, up

From Ferron exact
macabre vendetta
And the will never have the chance
To get over slut Greta

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

Listen up, let me
We joined forces the tents
And turned them the King of Spain

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

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

the killer tents
Beware the killer