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