Luyện nghe bài hát Escape From Robot Island

LARS: August 4th, 1990, it across the bay,
when we went straight to that
on momentous day.
To explore it, not ignore it, like C.
MNP and Lars H., adrift at sea.
And so we ashore,
knowing not was in store,
'till there came a crazy noise that we not ignore.
robo-primates, they came straight for us,
nasty and ugly, like a zit with puss.
So we hopped into our boat, it would float,
'till we found a had chewed it like a goat.
And a big remained at the bottom of our craft,
as it began to sink, the 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 machines caked in oil, grease, and mud.

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

MNP: that you say, boy haven't you heard?
me a stupid-ass white boy, flip me the bird?
I to smack you right now in the face,
but they're locked on me, stalking place.
Today has a scary day,
these they don't want to play,
their are metallic gray,
their wires like plastic hay.
These robots us through the night,
everybody knows that I put up a
to the different kinds, they my mind,
giant eyeball me reading my mind.
There are ones with blades
coming out of fur,
robots riding chariots just Ben-Hur,
a ton that toss you in a chasm,
balls that drill you in Phantasm.
Tall ones, short ones, ones, long ones,
ones, green ones, right ones, wrongs.
Batteries not included, these attack,
ZX goes for your sack.
Big teeth ain't too friendly.
death? That's not for me!
All the Doomsday Machines,
we have to stop them live-or-die means.
They have their metallic hearts,
just like Kinkade's art,
we need to to play the part,
getting out 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 this no dream.

REPEAT

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

ROBOT: Foolish humans, to die,
we'll gobble you up ham on rye.

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

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

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

No!

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

REPEAT