Luyện nghe bài hát Erik the Awful

Way back in history along the coast
was the sound all the people feared the most
It echo thru the night up and down the foggy fj-ord
It was and the bloodthirsty Horde!

Chorus: Erik the Awful, the and Tenacious
Erik the Awful, the Ruthless and
as a chainsaw, lacking all the Social Graces
You can run, but you hide!

YES! And as the oars of the sleek, Viking ship cut thru the water like
knives thru the fog-shrouded sea, transporting the wild, marauding
band of Viking heathens towards their unsuspecting, slumbering
victims, he stood, on the foredeck, Erik the Awful, the wildest,
Viking of them all!

(his Momma named him 'cause she couldn't spell AHHGGGRRRFFFFLLLLQQHH!)

He had a hairy head, a hairy face, hairy chest, hairy legs, boots and a
hairy hat, shaped a big bullet with horns comin' out the sides... and
he started after ya he'd NEVER stop!
He'd turn to his oarsmen in his 37 oared fj-ord and he'd "MORDEN BORDEN
FJORDEN GORDEN!" which was for:

"YA-HOO!, RAVAGE, PILLAGE, PLUNDER,
MAIM AND PUT BIG HICKEYS ON ALL FAIR DAMSELS!"

Chorus: And it was Erik the Awful, the and Tenacious
Erik the Awful, mercy sakes! and gracious!
His appetite for slaughter was simply
You gotta with your sneakers by your side!

YES! And when the villagers heard awful battle-cry:

* YA-HOOOOOOOOOOO! *

the one! They would run for their lives, fleeing over hills and
thru valleys to the river, whereupon they would walk for 37 and 1/2
miles, out on the low-lying branch, shinnying down a young sapling
onto rocky ground and leaping from stone to until they arrived one week
later at a secret 97 miles away, and as they sat down for the first time
to catch breath, outside they heard:

"YA-HOOOO! MORDEN FJORDEN GORDEN!"

Chorus: Yes, it was the Awful, the Brutal and Tenacious
Erik the Awful, turned up in the places
Subtle as a chainsaw, all the Social Graces
You can run, but you hide!

OH! And time they cut south to Paris, bought tickets on the Orient
Express to Istanbul, hired a to the Coast, jumped a Greek freighter
across the Mediterranian Sea to MON-golia, up with a camel caravan into
the heart of the Gobi Desert, and as they paused at an oasis, to one
handful of cool water to their parched lips, over their shoulder they

"YA-HOOOO! MORDEN FJORDEN GORDEN!"

fled to Calcutta!
* YA-HOOOOOOOO! *

They to the Himalayas!
* YA-HOOOOOOOO! *

Tokyo!
* YA-HOOOOOOOO! *

Toronto!
* YA-HOOOOOOOO! *

and Heyhailea, Georgia...
* YA-HOOOOOOOO! *

But it was no use! They finally succumbed to a plundering and
pillaging followed by a big hickey on the outskirts of what is now
Washington, DC, the decendants of Erik can still be found today,
working as Agents for the IRS!

Erik later amassed a small fortune posing for Molly Hatchet covers,
and did for Arnold Schwartzenegger in Conan the Barbarian! He also
won an Academy Award for his dual as a train wreck and his tender
portrayal of King daddy! Oh, you might remember the end of that one:
wasn't a dry eye in the house when he married the Empire State Building.
And who could forget the he ate the entire Kingdom of the East?
With no

Chorus: Erik the Awful, the and Tenacious
Erik the Awful, the Hungry and
Subtle as a chainsaw, all the Social Graces
You can run but you hide!

* YA-HOOOOOOOOOOO! *