Luyện nghe bài hát Chris Michaels

Later at lunch the taco lettuce crunch crunch
She sets herself the bunch.
How bad she seem?
She me wanna scream.
On the phone with the West Ellen rest home
up a tattle tome:
How bad she seem?
She makes me scream.
My mom is gonna babysit
Did you hear Melinda got a fight;
You whore you bitch she said, then it serves her right.
Talking all mad you know she really being sad:
Her daddy's name is Tad.
How bad does she
She makes me scream.
yesterday you know she didn't none of that to say:
She queen-bee turned and away.
How bad does she
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.
Plume bloom bloom bloom
cheep beep bee-bee beep.
Where did you for go?
Did Kevin and Jenny
Do you go out tonight?
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 said so so stup'
all disrup'
You're blah blah this this that so now
You it up.
Remember that of Al's?
We'll we pals.
Today she was came up
And said so so stup'
It's all
You're blah this this that so now sh'up
You me up.
Then Tony of the Franklin hockey club
to Gunzo's and bought a goalie glove.
Jessica was 'posed to him back on Mannheim
Kitchen back by all the grease and grime:
Was a little bird at my
Said that he's messing round;
He's working up the courage so to you;
He's getting ready to say he love you.
Tony took it all in stride
Said don't be silly but who had spied.
was driving down Wolf Road
Roll up the windows baby in code.
I'm the little bird at your door
Said your true let you down.
I'm the little through your chimney
Said he's been running
working up the courage so to leave you;
He's getting ready to say he don't you.
Then she bumped into purses stole a card;
Writing Michaels, no it wasn't hard.
Number five terminal with a cup,
Reading a miss as she slurps it up;
Nasty message when he don't up.
Layover Aden watch the local
99 and Oh the Red Sea blues
Landing at Delhi a third class train;
Umbrella in the autumn rain.
Then the come by and ask your name.
With his and chillum-chee
The cazee me;
So now go where supposed to be
And up your Devi Desi.
I's paraded on through the
When my leg irons
And my bicycle spoke:
The Bombay 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 could
As I got to pretend,
laziness, the gang defend:
pick up pick axe and rend!
your seatbelt and take hold of my arm
That's what she before setting off my alarm:
Baby gotta go baby go.
I
She's go
I
gonna go
Down in Columbo girl you want
But the surf and cobras, all taunt:
gotta go baby gotta go.
I
gonna go
I
gonna go.