Luyện nghe bài hát Escape From Robot Island

LARS: August 4th, 1990, it across the bay,
we went straight to that island
on that day.
To it, not ignore it, like Christopher C.
MNP and Lars H., pioneers at sea.
And so we ashore,
knowing not was in store,
'till came a crazy noise that we could not ignore.
Fourteen robo-primates, they came for us,
nasty and ugly, like a zit brimming puss.
So we hopped our boat, hoping it would float,
'till we found a had chewed it like a goat.
And a big remained at the bottom of our craft,
as it to sink, the robo-creatures 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 evil machines in oil, grease, and mud.

Escape Robot Island,
we'll them to the desert
trip their and fry them.
stay in Robot Island,
these are maniacal,
I'll them 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.

MNP: What's you say, boy haven't you heard?
Call me a stupid-ass boy, flip me the bird?
I want to smack you now in the face,
but they're locked on me, this place.
has been a scary day,
these robots don't want to play,
bodies are metallic gray,
their wires look like hay.
These chased us through the night,
everybody that I put up a fight
to the different kinds, blow my mind,
giant eyeball watching me my mind.
are fury ones with blades
coming out of fur,
robots riding chariots like Ben-Hur,
a ton that will you in a chasm,
that drill you like in Phantasm.
Tall ones, short ones, ones, long ones,
ones, green ones, right ones, wrongs.
Batteries not included, these attack,
ZX goes for your sack.
Big teeth ain't too friendly.
death? That's not for me!
All the different Machines,
we have to stop them live-or-die means.
They have their cold hearts,
soulless just Kinkade's art,
we need to to play the part,
getting out is where we'll start.
ourselves, see that is our mission,
like I'm running from the firm in the by Grisham.
Or Tommyknockers, by Mr. King,
on the run and ain't 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 been all night and day.
MNP: We a gun, quadruple barreled,
filled with acid arrows.
LARS: There was a chainsaw we found,
like Ash we it around.
MNP: We used it like a shank,
little did we know the would break.
LARS: We hat a copper pot,
with oil very hot.
MNP: It burned right through the planks,
they climbed up and said, "Thanks."
LARS: want violence, not harmless pranks.
MNP: Run, Lars, run, just Tom Hanks.

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

LARS: We've everything that we can do;
it was up to me, now up to you.
MNP: The arrows, we still 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 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 to die? I don't want to go yet!
I never went to or owned a private jet.
I never kissed a lion or bowling nude,
I've never gone hang or had hamster food.
MNP: Pull yourself man,
you're me annoyed.
not go out in shame!
Let's go out droids.
You forgot 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.
eight-hundred more,
and only got two bullets.
If anyone can make it,
MNP and can do it.
LARS: right MNP,
let's our fears,
won't run humanity
like engineers.

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