Luyện nghe bài hát Descendants Of Smith

He woke up in a din
in a dream he grabbed his sword
They smashed the down and rushed in
"What the Hell" was his word
He out into the snow
And a stain that didn't go
it was found in four million and three
By descendants of
His snuff box and his pack
Were sold in
Someone bric-a-brac
A taste of times long since
The was sinking in a vice
Two feet in solid ice
Until it was found in million and three
By descendants of
His was put in their machine
Which reproduced him at great
a female gene
And put them in a room to
With anecdotes
Resuscitated
The descendant of
Ran a of centaurs
Roamed a zoo with
And never of his mentors