Luyện nghe bài hát Escape From Robot Island

LARS: August 4th, 1990, it across the bay,
when we went straight to that
on that day.
To explore it, not ignore it, like C.
MNP and Lars H., adrift at sea.
And so we ashore,
not what was in store,
'till came a crazy noise that we could not ignore.
Fourteen robo-primates, they straight for us,
nasty and ugly, like a zit with 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 more 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 Robot Island,
we'll take to the desert
their circuits and fry them.
Can't stay in Island,
robots are maniacal,
I'll them up and hide them.
Get out of Island,
want to be your robo-lunch,
robo-canned-food-blend.
Delete Island, you evil R2D2's,
now it's time to meet end.

MNP: What's that you say, boy you heard?
Call me a stupid-ass boy, flip me the bird?
I want to smack you 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 bodies are gray,
their look like plastic hay.
These robots us through the night,
everybody knows I put up a fight
to the different kinds, blow my mind,
giant eyeball watching me my mind.
There are fury ones blades
coming out of fur,
robots riding chariots like Ben-Hur,
a ton will toss you in a chasm,
that drill you like in Phantasm.
Tall ones, ones, round ones, long ones,
little ones, green ones, ones, wrongs.
Batteries not included, things attack,
Model ZX goes for sack.
Big metal ain't too friendly.
death? That's not for me!
All the Doomsday Machines,
we to stop them with live-or-die means.
They their cold metallic hearts,
soulless just like art,
we need to learn to the part,
getting out 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

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

ROBOT: humans, time to die,
we'll you up like ham on rye.

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

ROBOT: Foolish humans, that work.
get you both, prepare 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 time to die? I want to go yet!
I never went to or owned a private jet.
I kissed a lion or went bowling nude,
never 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,
teach these things a lesson.
Stop!

No!

Shoot!
MNP: Yes, I'm to do it.
LARS: Go! 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: right MNP,
let's our fears,
machines run humanity
like engineers.

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