Luyện nghe bài hát Dead Finks Don't Talk

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

But these finks walk too well
A bad of direction
And so they stumble 'round in
Such a strange

Oh you chicken
Can those poor teeth take so much
always so charming
As you peck way up there

And these finks don't dress too
No
To be a all the time
Requires dedication

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

My, my wanted the works, can you this and that?
I got a letter back
fool me, bless my soul
More me, bless my soul
fool me, bless my soul

Oh masters
They thrive on
They all look so
Till find their way up there

But finks don't talk too well
got a shaky sense of diction
It's not so a living hell
It's a dying fiction