Luyện nghe bài hát Blind Snake Sundae (6 10)

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