Luyện nghe bài hát Chris Michaels

Later at lunch with the taco lettuce crunch
She sets herself the bunch.
How bad does she
She makes me scream.
On the phone with the Glen Ellen rest home
up a tattle tome:
How bad she seem?
She makes me scream.
My mom is babysit tonight;
Did you Melinda got into a fight;
You whore you bitch she said, well it serves her right.
Talking all mad you know she isn't being sad:
Her baby daddy's is Tad.
How bad she seem?
She makes me scream.
Well yesterday you she didn't none of that to say:
She queen-bee and walked away.
How bad she seem?
She makes me 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 down by the creek.
bloom bloom blaby bloom
Cheep cheep beep beep.
did you for lunchtime go?
Did Kevin and Jenny
Do you wanna go out
No.
Plume bloom bloom bloom
Cheep beep bee-bee beep.
Remember girl down the end?
She was my friend.
But just now she's came up
And You're so so stup'
It's all
You're blah blah this this so now sh'up
You it up.
Remember that girlfriend of
we were pals.
Today she was angry up
And said so so stup'
all disrup'
You're blah this this that so now sh'up
You me up.
Then Tony of the Franklin hockey club
Went to Gunzo's and a goalie glove.
Jessica was 'posed to him back on Mannheim
Kitchen back by all the grease and grime:
Was a bird at my window
Said that he's been messing
He's up the courage so to leave you;
getting ready to say he doesn't love you.
Well took it all in stride
Said don't be silly but who had spied.
Jessica was down Wolf Road
Roll up the baby talk in code.
I'm the little bird at back door
Said your true let you down.
I'm the bird through your chimney
Said he's been round;
working up the courage so to leave you;
He's ready to say he don't love you.
Then she bumped into purses stole a card;
Chris Michaels, no it wasn't hard.
Number five terminal a yogurt cup,
a young miss as she slurps it up;
Nasty message he don't pick up.
Layover Aden watch the local
99 and humid Oh the Red Sea
Landing at Delhi a third class train;
Umbrella in the autumn rain.
Then the cops come by and ask name.
With his and chillum-chee
The cazee me;
So now go where supposed to be
And give up your Desi.
I's on through the choke
my leg irons broke
And my wheel spoke:
The Bombay no joke.
On the top of a Dam
Started our then Bam!
My 'n me had to scram:
Quick to Madras a'lamb.
Thought as a tindal that I could
As I got to pretend,
From laziness, the gang
pick up your axe and rend!
Fasten your seatbelt and hold of my arm
That's she said before setting off my alarm:
Baby go baby gotta go.
I
She's go
I
She's go
Down in Columbo girl whatever you
But the and cobras, tigers all taunt:
Baby gotta go gotta go.
I
She's go
I
gonna go.