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