Luyện nghe bài hát Escape From Robot Island

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

Escape from Island,
we'll take to the desert
trip circuits and fry them.
stay in Robot Island,
these are maniacal,
sweep them up and hide them.
Get out of Island,
don't want to be robo-lunch,
robo-canned-food-blend.
Delete Island, you evil R2D2's,
now it's to meet your end.

MNP: that you say, boy haven't you heard?
Call me a stupid-ass white boy, flip me the
I to smack you right now in the face,
but they're locked on me, this place.
Today has a scary day,
these robots they don't to play,
their are metallic gray,
their wires look plastic hay.
These robots chased us the night,
everybody that I put up a fight
to the kinds, they blow my mind,
giant watching me reading my mind.
There are ones with blades
out of their fur,
robots riding chariots like Ben-Hur,
a ton will toss you in a chasm,
that drill you like in Phantasm.
Tall ones, short ones, ones, long ones,
little ones, green ones, ones, wrongs.
Batteries not included, things attack,
Model ZX for your sack.
Big teeth ain't too friendly.
Mechanical That's not for me!
All the different Machines,
we have to stop them live-or-die means.
have 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 the firm in the novel by Grisham.
Or Tommyknockers, by Mr. King,
on the run and ain't no dream.

REPEAT

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

Foolish humans, time to die,
we'll 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 fire and see how it goes.

ROBOT: Foolish humans, won't work.
We'll get you both, to hurt.
Your blood drip,
your blood will and
you'll be six feet dirt.

MNP: So this is it feels like being the prey?
The early bot gets the human, or so say.
LARS: Wait! It's to die? I don't want to go yet!
I never went to Russia or owned a jet.
I kissed a lion or went bowling nude,
I've never gone hang gliding or had food.
MNP: Pull yourself man,
getting 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,
let's teach things a lesson.
Stop!

No!

Shoot!
MNP: Yes, I'm to do it.
Go! MNP: Ha!
LARS: Nice, but we're not through it.
There's more,
and only got two bullets.
MNP: If can make it,
MNP and can do it.
LARS: You're MNP,
let's our fears,
machines won't run
twisted engineers.

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