Luyện nghe bài hát Chris Michaels

Later at lunch with the taco lettuce crunch
She sets herself the bunch.
How bad she seem?
She makes me scream.
On the phone with the West Glen Ellen rest
Talking up a tome:
How bad does she
She makes me scream.
My mom is gonna babysit
Did you hear Melinda got a fight;
You whore you bitch she said, well then it her right.
Talking all mad you know she really being sad:
Her baby name is Tad.
How bad she seem?
She makes me scream.
Well yesterday you know she didn't none of to say:
She turned and walked away.
How bad does she
She me wanna scream.
Then boyfriend her up on the other line;
She tells him sweetie sweetie sweetie mine, but he spaces out and thinks to all the time:
My baby's got a stick out her beak,
My baby a drink out of the leak,
My baby's got a sweater,
And a nest by the creek.
Plume bloom bloom bloom
Cheep beep bee-bee beep.
did you for lunchtime go?
Did Kevin and Jenny
Do you go out tonight?
No.
Plume bloom blaby bloom
Cheep cheep bee-bee beep.
Remember girl down the end?
She was my friend.
But just now angry came up
And You're so so stup'
It's all
You're blah this this that so now sh'up
You it up.
Remember girlfriend of Al's?
we were pals.
Today she was came up
And You're so so stup'
It's all
You're blah blah this that so now sh'up
You me up.
Then Tony of the Franklin hockey club
Went to Gunzo's and a goalie glove.
was 'posed to meet him back on Mannheim
Kitchen back by all the grease and grime:
Was a little bird at my
that he's been messing round;
He's up the courage so to leave you;
He's ready to say he doesn't love you.
Well took it all in stride
Said don't be but wondered who had spied.
Jessica was driving down Wolf
Roll up the windows talk in code.
I'm the little bird at back door
Said your love's let you down.
I'm the little bird your chimney
Said he's running round;
He's working up the courage so to leave
He's getting ready to say he don't you.
Then she bumped into purses a credit card;
Writing Chris Michaels, no it hard.
Number five terminal with a cup,
a young miss as she slurps it up;
Nasty message when he don't up.
Layover Aden the local news;
99 and Oh the Red Sea blues
Landing at Delhi take a third class
vendor in the autumn rain.
Then the come by and ask your name.
With his chillum and
The sentences me;
So now go you're supposed to be
And give up your Desi.
I's paraded on through the
my leg irons broke
And my bicycle spoke:
The army's no joke.
On the top of a Dam
Started our picnic Bam!
My 'n me had to scram:
down to Madras a'lamb.
Thought as a tindal that I blend
As I got to pretend,
From laziness, the defend:
up your pick axe and rend!
Fasten your and take hold of my arm
That's what she said before off my alarm:
Baby gotta go gotta go.
I
She's go
I
gonna go
Down in Columbo girl you want
But the surf and cobras, tigers all
gotta go baby gotta go.
I
gonna go
I
She's go.