Luyện nghe bài hát Escape From Robot Island

LARS: 4th, 1990, kicking it across the bay,
when we straight to that island
on that day.
To explore it, not it, like Christopher C.
MNP and H., pioneers adrift at sea.
And so we ashore,
not what was in store,
'till there came a crazy noise we could not ignore.
robo-primates, they came straight for us,
nasty and ugly, a zit brimming with puss.
So we hopped our boat, hoping it would float,
'till we a robo-monkey had chewed it like a goat.
And a big remained at the bottom of our craft,
as it to sink, the robo-creatures laughed.
Then out of the woods came more by the dozens,
daddies, mommies, aunts, and uncles, grandmas, grandpas, and cousins...
whole robo-families, for blood.
Vampiric evil caked in oil, grease, and mud.

Escape Robot Island,
take them to the desert
trip their and fry them.
Can't in Robot Island,
these are maniacal,
I'll sweep them up and them.
Get out of Island,
want to be your robo-lunch,
robo-canned-food-blend.
Delete Robot Island, you R2D2's,
now it's time to meet end.

MNP: that you say, boy haven't you heard?
Call me a stupid-ass white boy, flip me the
I want to smack you now in the face,
but they're on me, stalking this place.
Today has been a day,
these robots they want to play,
their bodies are gray,
their look like plastic hay.
These chased us through the night,
everybody that I put up a fight
to the kinds, they blow my mind,
giant watching me reading my mind.
are fury ones with blades
coming out of fur,
riding chariots just like Ben-Hur,
a ton that will you in a chasm,
that drill you like in Phantasm.
Tall ones, short ones, ones, long ones,
little ones, ones, right ones, wrongs.
not included, these things attack,
Model ZX for your sack.
Big teeth ain't too friendly.
Mechanical That's not for me!
All the Doomsday Machines,
we have to stop with live-or-die means.
They their cold metallic hearts,
soulless just Kinkade's art,
we to learn to play the part,
out alive is where we'll start.
Saving ourselves, see is our mission,
like I'm running from the firm in the by Grisham.
Or Tommyknockers, by Mr. King,
on the run and ain't no dream.

CHORUS

MNP: Hiding out on the house floor,
bots knocking at the door.
LARS: We climbed up to get away
and we've been stuck all and day.
We built a gun, quadruple barreled,
quiver filled with arrows.
LARS: There was a chainsaw we found,
like Ash we it around.
We used it like a robot shank,
little did we the chain would break.
LARS: We hat a melting pot,
filled oil very hot.
MNP: It burned right the wooden planks,
they up and they said, "Thanks."
LARS: They violence, not harmless pranks.
Run, Lars, run, just like Tom Hanks.

ROBOT: Foolish humans, to die,
gobble you up like ham on rye.

LARS: done everything that we can do;
it was up to me, now up to you.
MNP: The arrows, we still those,
let's them and see how it goes.

ROBOT: Foolish humans, that work.
We'll get you both, to hurt.
blood will drip,
your blood spurt and
you'll be six under dirt.

MNP: So this is what it feels like being the
The early bot gets the human, or so say.
LARS: Wait! time to die? I don't want to go yet!
I never went to or owned a private jet.
I kissed a lion or went bowling nude,
I've never gone hang gliding or had food.
Pull yourself together man,
you're me annoyed.
not go out in shame!
Let's go out droids.
You about my Remington
taped to my & Wesson,
my aim is to perfect,
teach these things a lesson.
Stop!

No!

Shoot!
MNP: Yes, I'm to do it.
Go! MNP: Ha!
LARS: Nice, but we're not half-way it.
There's more,
and you've got two bullets.
MNP: If anyone can it,
MNP and can do it.
LARS: right MNP,
let's our fears,
machines run humanity
twisted engineers.

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