Luyện nghe bài hát Blind Snake Sundae (6 10)

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