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