Luyện nghe bài hát Escape From Robot Island

LARS: 4th, 1990, kicking it across the bay,
when we straight to that island
on momentous day.
To explore it, not it, like 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 with puss.
So we hopped into our boat, hoping it float,
'till we found a 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 came robots by the dozens,
daddies, mommies, aunts, and uncles, grandmas, grandpas, and cousins...
robo-families, thirsting for blood.
Vampiric machines caked in oil, grease, and mud.

Escape Robot Island,
we'll take them to the
their circuits and fry them.
Can't stay in Island,
these are maniacal,
sweep them up and hide them.
Get out of Island,
don't 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 you right now in the face,
but they're locked on me, this place.
Today has a scary day,
these robots don't want to play,
their are metallic gray,
their look like plastic hay.
robots chased us through the night,
everybody that I put up a fight
to the different kinds, they my mind,
eyeball watching me reading my mind.
There are fury ones blades
coming out of fur,
robots riding just like Ben-Hur,
a ton that toss you in a chasm,
that drill you like in Phantasm.
Tall ones, short ones, ones, long ones,
little ones, ones, right ones, wrongs.
Batteries not included, things attack,
Model ZX for your sack.
Big teeth ain't too friendly.
Mechanical death? not for me!
All the different Machines,
we have to stop them with means.
They their cold metallic hearts,
soulless just like art,
we need to to play the part,
getting out is where we'll start.
Saving ourselves, see is our mission,
like I'm from the firm in the novel by Grisham.
Or Tommyknockers, by Mr. King,
on the run and this no dream.

CHORUS

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

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

LARS: We've done 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: humans, that won't work.
get you both, prepare to hurt.
Your blood drip,
your blood spurt and
you'll be six feet dirt.

MNP: So this is what it like being the prey?
The early bot the human, or so they say.
LARS: Wait! It's time to die? I don't to go yet!
I never went to Russia or owned a jet.
I never kissed a or went bowling nude,
I've gone hang gliding or had hamster food.
MNP: Pull together 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 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.
There's more,
and only got two bullets.
MNP: If anyone can it,
MNP and can do it.
LARS: You're MNP,
overcome our fears,
machines won't run
like engineers.

REPEAT