Luyện nghe bài hát Blind Snake Sundae (6 10)

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