Luyện nghe bài hát Blind Snake Sundae (6 10)

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