Luyện nghe bài hát Cocktail Counterpoint

No, you're with the Foreign Service

Sir

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

Would you like an hors
Let me
How adorable these are
Are these youngsters playing

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

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

Anyway, very sorry

is even worse than I feared
The son is
The is weird
To meet the wife, I'm actually
I prefer that Anne an old maid

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

It's to confess
Our new are a mess
She's a prude, a prig
a pill, he's 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 in the sand
With men who loved their camels and their brandy and I
dished
Nobody swished when I was a Legionnaire

Oh, what dishes
so delicate and frail
Mine have children
I believe only male
Oops! I think they're playing 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 afraid
I(he) prefer(s) that Anne (I) 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,

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

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

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

It's 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,

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