Luyện nghe bài hát Blind Snake Sundae (6 10)

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