Luyện nghe bài hát Escape From Robot Island

LARS: August 4th, 1990, it across the bay,
when we went 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 crazy that we could not ignore.
Fourteen robo-primates, they came 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 it like 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 came more by the dozens,
daddies, mommies, aunts, and uncles, grandmas, grandpas, and cousins...
robo-families, thirsting for blood.
Vampiric evil caked in oil, grease, and mud.

Escape from Island,
we'll them to the desert
trip circuits and fry them.
Can't in Robot Island,
robots 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 time to meet end.

MNP: What's you say, boy haven't you heard?
me a stupid-ass white boy, flip me the bird?
I want to smack you now in the face,
but they're locked on me, stalking place.
Today has been a day,
these robots they want to play,
bodies are metallic gray,
their wires like 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.
are fury ones with blades
coming out of fur,
robots riding chariots like Ben-Hur,
a ton that will you in a chasm,
balls that drill you in Phantasm.
ones, short ones, round ones, long ones,
little ones, ones, right ones, wrongs.
Batteries not included, things attack,
Model ZX for your sack.
Big metal teeth too friendly.
Mechanical That's not for me!
All the different Machines,
we have to them with live-or-die means.
They their 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 from the firm in the novel by Grisham.
Or Tommyknockers, by Mr. King,
on the run and this no dream.

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MNP: Hiding out on the house floor,
evil bots at the door.
LARS: We climbed up to get away
and we've been stuck all and day.
MNP: We a gun, quadruple barreled,
quiver with acid arrows.
LARS: There was a chainsaw we found,
Ash we wielded it around.
MNP: We used it like a shank,
little did we know the would break.
LARS: We hat a melting pot,
filled with oil hot.
MNP: It burned through the wooden planks,
they up and they said, "Thanks."
LARS: They violence, not harmless pranks.
MNP: Run, Lars, run, just Tom Hanks.

ROBOT: Foolish humans, to die,
gobble 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,
fire them and see how it goes.

ROBOT: Foolish humans, that work.
get you both, prepare to hurt.
Your will drip,
your will spurt and
be six feet under dirt.

MNP: So this is what it like being the prey?
The bot gets the human, or so they say.
Wait! It's time to die? I don't want to go yet!
I went to Russia or owned a private jet.
I never kissed a or went bowling nude,
I've gone hang gliding or had hamster food.
MNP: Pull yourself man,
getting me annoyed.
not go out in shame!
Let's go out droids.
You forgot about my
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 you've got two bullets.
MNP: If can make it,
MNP and can do it.
LARS: right MNP,
let's our fears,
machines run humanity
like engineers.

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