Luyện nghe bài hát Cocktail Counterpoint

No, you're the French Foreign Service

Sir

I joined the Foreign Legion with a in my hand
I crawled the desert with my belly in the sand
With men who loved their camels and their and I swear
Nobody
Nobody swished I was a Foreign Legionnaire

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

They like Greeks
Oh, no, no, there be any Greeks on my plate
Unless they weren't washed
Well, boys in any case
No, there must be girls too. This is a mixed

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

Anyway, very sorry

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

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

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

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

Oh, what lovely
They're so delicate and
Mine have naked
I believe they're only
Oops! I they're playing some exoctic, little game
Oops! I think "Leap-frog" it is the name

This is even worse I feared
The son is
The is weird
To the wife, I'm actually afraid
I(he) prefer(s) that (I) remain an old maid

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

I joined the Foreign with 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
dished
Nobody swished when I was a Legionnaire

Oh, what dishes
They're so delicate and
Mine have children
I believe only male
Oops! I think they're playing some exoctic, little
Oops! I think "Leap-frog" it is the name

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

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

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