Luyện nghe bài hát Escape From Robot Island

LARS: 4th, 1990, kicking it across the bay,
when we went to that island
on momentous day.
To explore it, not ignore it, like C.
MNP and H., pioneers adrift at sea.
And so we ashore,
knowing not was in store,
'till there a crazy 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, it would float,
'till we found a robo-monkey had chewed it a goat.
And a big hole remained at the of our craft,
as it to sink, the robo-creatures 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.
Vampiric evil caked in oil, grease, and mud.

Escape Robot Island,
we'll take 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,
don't want to be robo-lunch,
robo-canned-food-blend.
Delete Robot Island, you R2D2's,
now time to meet your end.

MNP: What's you say, boy haven't you heard?
Call me a stupid-ass boy, flip me the bird?
I want to you right now in the face,
but they're locked on me, this place.
Today has been a day,
robots they don't want to play,
their are metallic gray,
their wires look plastic hay.
robots chased us through the night,
everybody knows that I put up a
to the kinds, they blow my mind,
giant eyeball me reading my mind.
There are fury with blades
coming out of fur,
robots chariots just like Ben-Hur,
a ton that toss you in a chasm,
balls drill you like in Phantasm.
Tall ones, short ones, ones, long ones,
ones, green ones, right ones, wrongs.
Batteries not included, things attack,
ZX goes for your sack.
Big metal ain't too friendly.
Mechanical death? not for me!
All the Doomsday Machines,
we to stop them with live-or-die means.
have their cold metallic hearts,
soulless just like art,
we to learn to play the part,
getting out is where we'll start.
ourselves, see that is our mission,
like I'm running the firm in the novel 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.
LARS: We climbed up here to get
and we've stuck all night and day.
We built a gun, quadruple barreled,
quiver filled acid arrows.
LARS: was a chainsaw that we found,
Ash we wielded it around.
MNP: We used it a robot shank,
little did we know the chain break.
LARS: We hat a melting pot,
filled with oil hot.
MNP: It burned through the wooden planks,
they up and they said, "Thanks."
They want violence, not harmless pranks.
MNP: Run, Lars, run, like Tom Hanks.

Foolish 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.
MNP: The arrows, we have those,
fire them and see how it goes.

ROBOT: Foolish humans, won't work.
get you both, prepare to hurt.
Your blood drip,
your blood will and
you'll be six under dirt.

MNP: So is what it feels like being the prey?
The early bot gets the human, or so say.
LARS: Wait! It's to die? I don't want to go yet!
I never went to Russia or owned a jet.
I never kissed a lion or bowling nude,
I've never gone hang gliding or had food.
MNP: Pull yourself man,
getting me annoyed.
not go out in shame!
Let's go out droids.
You about my Remington
taped to my & 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!
Nice, but we're not half-way through it.
There's more,
and only got two bullets.
If anyone can make it,
MNP and can do it.
LARS: You're MNP,
let's our fears,
won't run humanity
like engineers.

REPEAT