Luyện nghe bài hát Escape From Robot Island

LARS: August 4th, 1990, kicking it the bay,
when we went straight to that
on momentous day.
To explore it, not ignore it, Christopher C.
MNP and Lars H., adrift at sea.
And so we ashore,
knowing not was in store,
'till there came a crazy that we could not ignore.
robo-primates, they 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 robo-monkey had chewed it a goat.
And a big hole remained at the of our craft,
as it began to sink, the laughed.
Then out of the came 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 from Island,
we'll take them to the
their circuits and fry them.
Can't stay in 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 Island, you evil R2D2's,
now time to meet your end.

MNP: What's you say, boy haven't you heard?
me a stupid-ass white boy, flip me the bird?
I want to you right now in the face,
but they're locked on me, stalking place.
Today has a scary day,
these robots they want to play,
bodies are metallic gray,
their wires look like hay.
These robots chased us the night,
everybody that I put up a fight
to the different kinds, blow my mind,
giant eyeball watching me my mind.
There are fury with blades
out of their fur,
robots riding chariots just Ben-Hur,
a ton that will you in a chasm,
balls drill you like in Phantasm.
Tall ones, short ones, round ones, ones,
little ones, green ones, ones, wrongs.
Batteries not included, things attack,
ZX goes for your sack.
Big metal ain't too friendly.
death? 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 learn to the part,
getting out alive is where 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.

CHORUS

MNP: Hiding out on the tree floor,
evil bots at the door.
We climbed up here to get away
and been stuck all night and day.
We built a gun, quadruple barreled,
quiver with acid arrows.
LARS: There was a chainsaw 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 melting pot,
with oil very hot.
MNP: It burned through the wooden planks,
they climbed up and said, "Thanks."
LARS: They want violence, not pranks.
MNP: Run, Lars, run, just Tom Hanks.

ROBOT: Foolish humans, 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 them and see how it goes.

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

MNP: So this is what it feels like the prey?
The early bot gets the human, or so say.
LARS: Wait! time to die? I don't want to go yet!
I never went to Russia or a private jet.
I never kissed a lion or went nude,
never gone hang gliding or had hamster food.
MNP: yourself together man,
you're 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 half-way it.
There's more,
and you've got two bullets.
MNP: If can make it,
MNP and can do it.
LARS: right MNP,
overcome our fears,
machines won't run
twisted engineers.

REPEAT