Luyện nghe bài hát Cocktail Counterpoint

No, you're the French Foreign Service

Sir

I the Foreign Legion with a sabre in my hand
I crawled across the desert with my belly in the
With men who their camels and their brandy and I swear
Nobody
Nobody when I was a Foreign Legionnaire

Would you like an d'oeuvre?
Let me
How adorable dishes are
Are youngsters playing together?

look like Greeks
Oh, no, no, there be any Greeks on my plate
Unless they washed well
Well, young in any case
No, there must be girls too. is a mixed service

Oh, what dishes
They're so and frail
Mine have naked
I believe only male
Oops! I think they're playing exoctic, little game
Oops! I think that "Leap-frog" it is the

Anyway, she's sorry

This is even worse than I
The son is
The father is
To meet the wife, I'm afraid
I prefer that Anne remain an old

My wife and I are couple
And my son knows how much I love him and to extremes
But my wife Oh I love her an ani-mal

It's to confess
Our new are a mess
She's a prude, a prig
She's a pill, a pig
So zis zis zis for you,

I joined the Foreign Legion with a sabre in my
I crawled the desert with my belly in the sand
With men who their camels and their brandy and I swear
dished
Nobody swished when I was a Foreign

Oh, what lovely
so delicate and frail
Mine have children
I believe they're male
Oops! I they're playing some exoctic, little game
Oops! I think that "Leap-frog" it is the

This is even than I feared
The son is
The father is
To meet the wife, I'm actually
I(he) prefer(s) that Anne (I) remain an old

It's to confess
Our new in-laws are a
She's a prude, he's a
She's a pill, a pig
So zis zis zis for you,

I joined the Foreign Legion a sabre in my hand
I crawled across the desert with my belly in the
With men who loved their and their brandy and I swear
Nobody
Nobody when I was a Foreign Legionnaire

Oh, what dishes
They're so and frail
have naked children
I believe only male
Oops! I think they're playing some exoctic, game
Oops! I think that "Leap-frog" it is the

This is even worse than I
The son is
The father is
To meet the wife, I'm afraid
I(he) prefer(s) that Anne (I) an old maid

It's to confess
Our new are a mess
She's a prude, a prig
She's a pill, a pig
So zis zis zis for you,

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