Luyện nghe bài hát Escape From Robot Island

LARS: 4th, 1990, kicking it across the bay,
when we went straight to island
on that 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 brimming puss.
So we hopped into our boat, hoping it float,
we found a robo-monkey had chewed it like a goat.
And a big hole at the bottom of our craft,
as it began to sink, the laughed.
Then out of the woods more 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 Robot Island,
take them to the desert
trip their and fry them.
stay in Robot Island,
these are maniacal,
I'll sweep up and hide 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 your end.

What's that you say, boy haven't you heard?
Call me a stupid-ass white boy, me the bird?
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 want to play,
bodies are metallic gray,
their wires like plastic hay.
These robots chased us the night,
everybody knows I put up a fight
to the kinds, they blow my mind,
eyeball watching me reading my mind.
There are ones with blades
coming out of fur,
riding chariots just like Ben-Hur,
a ton that toss you in a chasm,
that drill you like in Phantasm.
Tall ones, short ones, round ones, ones,
ones, green ones, right ones, wrongs.
Batteries not included, things attack,
ZX goes for your sack.
Big metal teeth too friendly.
Mechanical That's not for me!
All the different Machines,
we to stop them with live-or-die means.
have their cold metallic hearts,
soulless just Kinkade's art,
we need to to play the part,
getting out alive is where start.
ourselves, see that is our mission,
like I'm from the firm in the novel by Grisham.
Or Tommyknockers, by Mr. King,
on the run and ain't no dream.

CHORUS

MNP: out on the tree house floor,
bots knocking 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 with acid arrows.
There was a chainsaw that we found,
like Ash we it around.
MNP: We it like a robot shank,
little did we know the chain break.
LARS: We hat a melting pot,
filled with oil hot.
MNP: It right through the wooden planks,
they up and they said, "Thanks."
LARS: They violence, not harmless pranks.
MNP: Run, Lars, run, just Tom Hanks.

Foolish 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 have 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 will spurt and
be six feet under dirt.

MNP: So this is what it like being the prey?
The early bot the human, or so they say.
Wait! It's time to die? I don't want to go yet!
I never to Russia or owned a private jet.
I kissed a lion or went bowling nude,
I've never hang gliding or had hamster food.
MNP: Pull yourself man,
you're me annoyed.
not go out in shame!
Let's go out droids.
You forgot about my
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.
LARS: Go! Ha!
LARS: Nice, but we're not through it.
eight-hundred 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 won't run
twisted engineers.

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