Luyện nghe bài hát Evolution Rag

We're the fish men and the sea
Look at our and scales
And our big leader, away he wails

He he is the king pin but he's outraced
By those little weedy stranger the grin on his face
But that is the illusionist, the man
And the man murdering sea is his caravan

Eat air croquettes, my dear
If you want to yourself time and tears
History picnickers me
Evolution up the of the sea
Up the of the sea, up the slopes of the sea

Out on the land, out on the land hurray
While a million years by and we get well on our way
Grandma clears the trash left by previous picnic
And with just one of her ragged fins uncovers the caves

Singing Billy go store the map underground
He does but what is that he has found

The map has how will we grow old
Grandma's have made the barbecue cold
I find myself here's where I came in
The illusionist has like a red hot gin
Like a red hot gin, a red hot gin

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