Luyện nghe bài hát Blind Snake Sundae (6 10)

I a little voice
And it whinging in over the sea of a thousand fat faces
The little whinges for something loud and heavy
A little line of running down his chinny-chin
Oh my god what a fat skin
And I smell something
soft, something sweet
Something ridiculous
In the was the word
It to scrape away the shell-shock
And I says shake it, it, shake it
For another minutes
And we are blowing it up like
And to fabulous waste
Come and yourselves
I says and eat up something
yourselves
With wet cherries on a Blind Snake
And to this fabulous
and deliver yourself
Oh come and leave all your food lying down in the
And listen to the Cook-House
I listen to the Cook-House rock
Listen to it, to it, listen
Listen to the Cook-House
I hear another little voice, as before
Except a little bit poorer and
Whinging for something
By god fat boy, fat
dribbling down your weak little chin
I not let you in
And yes, again I smell something
small and weak
And ridiculous
And to fabulous waste
and deliver yourselves
I says come and clean up
Deliver
With a wet cherry on a Blind Snake
And to this fabulous
Come and deliver
I says all your food lying down in the dust
And listen to the rock
I says listen to the rock
Listen to it, to it, listen