Luyện nghe bài hát Escape From Robot Island

LARS: August 4th, 1990, it across the bay,
when we straight to that island
on that day.
To it, not ignore it, like Christopher C.
MNP and H., pioneers adrift at sea.
And so we ashore,
knowing not was in store,
there came a crazy noise that we could not ignore.
Fourteen robo-primates, came straight for us,
nasty and ugly, a zit brimming with puss.
So we hopped into our boat, it would float,
we found a robo-monkey had chewed it like a goat.
And a big remained at the bottom of our craft,
as it began to sink, the laughed.
out of the woods came more robots 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 circuits and fry them.
stay in Robot Island,
these are maniacal,
I'll sweep them up and 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 to meet your end.

MNP: What's that you say, boy haven't you
Call me a stupid-ass white boy, me the bird?
I to smack you right now in the face,
but they're on me, stalking this place.
Today has been a day,
these they don't want to play,
their are metallic gray,
their look like plastic hay.
These robots chased us the night,
everybody knows that I put up a
to the different kinds, blow my mind,
giant watching me reading my mind.
There are fury ones with
out of their fur,
robots riding chariots like Ben-Hur,
a ton will toss 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,
Model ZX goes for sack.
Big metal teeth too friendly.
Mechanical That's not for me!
All the Doomsday Machines,
we to stop them with live-or-die means.
They have cold metallic hearts,
soulless like 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.

REPEAT

Hiding out on the tree house floor,
evil knocking at the door.
We climbed up here to get away
and we've stuck all night and day.
MNP: We built a gun, barreled,
quiver filled with 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.
We hat a copper melting pot,
filled oil very hot.
MNP: It burned right the wooden planks,
climbed up and they said, "Thanks."
LARS: want violence, not harmless pranks.
MNP: Run, Lars, run, like Tom Hanks.

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

LARS: We've done everything 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.
We'll get you both, to hurt.
Your blood drip,
your blood spurt and
you'll be six under dirt.

MNP: So this is what it feels like being the
The bot gets the human, or so they say.
LARS: Wait! It's to die? I don't want to go yet!
I never went to Russia or a private jet.
I never kissed a or went bowling nude,
I've gone hang gliding or had hamster food.
MNP: yourself 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 these 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 only got two bullets.
MNP: If anyone can it,
MNP and can do it.
LARS: right MNP,
let's our fears,
won't run humanity
like engineers.

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