Luyện nghe bài hát Dead Finks Don't Talk

Oh cheeky,
Oh naughty
so perceptive
And I wonder how you

But these finks don't walk too
A bad of direction
And so they 'round in three's
Such a collection

Oh you headless
Can those poor teeth so much kicking?
You're so charming
As you peck way up there

And these finks don't too well
No
To be a all the time
Requires such

Oh please sir, you let it go by
'Cause I failed tests with my legs both tied
In my the stuff is all there
I've been ever so sad for a long time

My, my wanted the works, can you this and that?
I never got a back
More me, bless my soul
More me, bless my soul
More me, bless my soul

Oh perfect
They thrive on
They all so harmless
Till find their way up there

But dead don't talk too well
They've got a shaky of diction
It's not so a living hell
It's just a dying