Luyện nghe bài hát Blind Snake Sundae (6 10)

I hear a little
And it comes whinging in over the sea of a thousand fat
The little voice whinges for something and heavy
A little line of beer running his chinny-chin
Oh my god what a fat little
And I something cooking
soft, something sweet
Something completely
In the was the word
It come to scrape away the
And I says shake it, shake it, it
For another minutes
And we are it up like shell-shock
And to this fabulous
and deliver yourselves
I says come and eat up
Deliver
With wet on a Blind Snake Sundae
And to this waste
Come and yourself
Oh come and leave all your food lying in the dust
And listen to the rock
I said listen to the Cook-House
Listen to it, to it, listen
to the Cook-House rock
I another little voice, same 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, I smell something cooking
small and weak
And ridiculous
And to this fabulous
and deliver yourselves
I says come and clean up
yourself
With a wet cherry on a Blind Snake
And to fabulous waste
and deliver yourself
I says leave all your food down in the dust
And listen to the rock
I says to the Cook-House rock
to it, listen to it, listen