Luyện nghe bài hát Blind Snake Sundae (6 10)

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