Luyện nghe bài hát Exquisite Corpse

Have you seen a corpse?
How an exquisite one?
Think about monster
Now about fun
getting it, good!
Johnny with a leg. I sew on an arm. Then you lend a hand
We each add our
Now, what of beast have we made?
find out!

[Verse 1:
I up Sunday to a bloodshot sky
Robot overlords by
Shoulda listened when we had the to try
And Bill the Science Guy us that "the end is Nye!"
Lately it's been getting harder to

the Hive started to
Ban American refugees being a damn part of the 
People's Republic of Antarctica
A bum me for a bill he could borrow
Babbling some shit "there's still a tomorrow"
He said that "legend has it, there's still a Baja Grill and a the top of
Kilimanjaro"
And so desperate, I set off from the out in Portland
Until my thirsty horse in the scorched sand
I promised to heart and soul
I'd crawl across dead world for those garlic rolls
[Verse 2:
Yo, kid, let go of the dead
Stop crying, need a ride? Hop in my red
Eat homie, you look bony and frail
Now why the hell you take the Oregon Trail?
Remember in grade school, that stupid computer game?
You known better, now there's no one but you to blame
of dysentery
Don't climb to the
take you underground where the hive resistance be
Apparently a of people are out there
A garden full of veggies, even they sprout there
General Bieber who be running shit down there
Found a way to end the drought, out the swimwear
Soon as we pulled up we drilling noises
Children started dancing, even grown joined in
Like a in the Bronx, water shot up
in the air
But was and as hot as solar flares

3: Grieves]
Ooowee, ain't that a
believed it til the first wave hit
The started shaking and the sky went red
(Mayday! Atlanta's been lost, Bieber is dead)
No! God damn, another one
Colonies of people living under the
Rallied against the clowns, a resistance was
They fight for mankind and the of porn (let's go!)
Back on the surface teeters
Avoiding wild packs of North American beavers
Creepers and feeders
Fearing the reaper
You're either gonna get eaten or with a pay meter
This is shit homie, dog eat dog
More robot clown eats man and whole squad
Graffiti on the wall "there is no god"
But there is homemade vodka, and that's cool

[Verse 4:
Homemade vodka, pour a up then I swill it
I'm the person left who remembers how to distill it
It's the most popular product in the underground
So I'm the most popular in my underground colony
All the resistance leaders they throw shots
In my bar after fight the robot clowns
As of they've been stressed and depressed
Cause the chances of us winning are becoming and less
We the captain of the human army
Morale is really low and a lot of are starving
I'm wondering how this all happened
Is this real or am I just on acid?
The clowns are advancing
I use the word "down" cause they're underground
Wait—what's that sound? It's loud
Holy shit! There they are now!

5: Adam Vida]
Calm soldier, this is no time to be a fink
We can beat these clowns, okay, we just to think
I've lost ten men this week, I sleep
a wink
But the last place on earth a guy can get a decent drink
So darned if we lose this bar to those useless bastards
I'd rather starve be boozeless
So I put wire slabs on the fences
That should buy us time to plan our defenses
Pick up the chairs and trash cans off the
Stack em up on the front to jam up
the entrance
Ain't got grenades but we still be saved
I just found fifty diet cans and some breath mints
Fill the trash cans to the brim with the
When the break in, toss the mints
in the soda
See the blast won't hurt em but it'll get em wet
It'll mess up their and disrupt their circuitry
If it don't work though, my next plan cannot
We drink the vodka—shot after shot til we're too to feel pain
Spark up a flame and turn the bottles remain into Molotov cocktails
had it with you clowns, I've reached
my limit
You may have killed my captain, but I'm the
And I let you terrorize us
just a minute
That no robot zombie, man, what the hell is it?!
[Verse 6: Rafael
Adam! Ahhh!
I didn't mean to ya
Dude, that's not a robot, just Iggy Azalea
hid up in the bar to learn about who we are
Then report back to the captain of the folks attackin my rap stars
Oh shit, quick! Hit her some fuckin duck-tape
She to sing-rap & give us all some undercut fades
Lo-fi beats transmittin telepathic
Help! She's inside my head and I don't 
I am immune
Been repo-d, I I'm in deep 
I am weeping at the seams
my dreams of keepin the streets G code
Only way to outrun it is doublin up on the
Any and everyone get up and meddle
 it
puttin the peddle into it
Now we over the tempo and tunin it
gone let a lesser lemon ruin it, so I'm inducing it
Doomin em all, I'm undoin it, im dippin
Who comin the kid? I'm out
Headed to the dojo, Diggs got pistols hidden in his fro
These robots we're bitch, Diggs, gimme some loko
And let me borrow your Jefferson robe bro, I'm goin
Bay boys bout to put this into some fuckin blowholes

[Verse 7: Diggs]
Whoa whoa whoa, up cash
You see I'm trimming my up
I heard all these newly brainwashed rap are really down to fuck
I comb the pistols out the fro and they're sitting on the
And there's two cheesesteaks out in a fully gassed up
I'm ready to ride on these haters, go
But you better drive cause you know
That apocalypse or not when I'm behind the wheel my ass is sure
gonna get stopped
And we got the time and the tags are expired
You know how it is, I am really not trying to die today, by cop or by a robot
Whoa, stop, lemme bottle up this kombucha been brewing on the back porch
the backpack out the closet, it's got all of our passports
I've planning this for a minute, seen the writing on the walls
If we survive and find a civilization they've got to who we are
First we swoop us Chinaka in we need some muscle
Or some reason, or anything other our indiscriminate hustle
Then we roll the hood real slow bumping something all of these monsters know
Like a Watsky song? Lo and behold, they'll follow our car we go
Let's lead em out to Napa and let em gentrify that up
the car—no, homie—we are not stopping for any swishers
Or a McFlurry, blood there's no for that shit
Hold up, there go Nak there, pull over. Ayo Nak, Ayo Nak, get in the car!

8: Chinaka Hodge]
Ay Raf get back
room for ya
fam, friend
I'll give you this McShake and the end of
my
Now what the fuck you talking it's the end
of the
I been on Pinterest tending to the end of
my
I the sky is always purple, people running on vapors
I mean the Tribune gone, I ain't gon read it in the papers
Nothing's all that different, been the for black women
When apocalyptic breakfast follows revelation
The been out
The smelling of flint
Exquisite corpses laying where the bodies had
No bombs over Baghdad, drones with grenades
When life gives us citrus we learn to Lemonade
So okay fellas we get in formation?
Bump some pied piper R up out the trunk this
Do the end of the world in our fitteds and gators
Lure these stupid mufuckas on a chase
Use whatever's already up in my
I got a whole for this open road
And my flow so cold we don't AC
I popped fo' no doze, I'll read this formal
Bet you Butler knows how to us free
A Lauren Olamina in Trumped up
A black magic woman still being called
But the only constant is holmes
So let's get the supplies and up out our bay homes
Got the kit and six gallons of gas
Got in the driver and Raf in the back
Got passenger seat
and the last of these sweets
Go Daveed, just gun it til wine country
Do it moving fluid like with iDummy
It's the bay we learned as natives gon keep us safe
It's the forty water water and an instrumental tap, go
They'll get behind us
I mean half of em hybrid but most of them
We got but power we got nothing but time
I got new beats and Music of My Mind
Nothing left in Napa but the of the grapes
No tapas for discriminate taste
Nothing left in Calistoga but one popped
We got just two dudes and one Nak, trouble
how the hell we repopulate humanity
The two of y'all and me that's like insanity
Like eww, really gross guys
like, not Diggs, and not Rafa
Not nobody else, just doing it styling in wine country nothing else

[Verse 9:
Red red wine, I don't to die!
I hum under my breath as I fight death in the quiet of the bunker
I was confounded when I to after Dumbfoundead
me to the battered base underground where we hunkered down the summer
But then winter came and the flame that we tended to to nothing
And the few of us living resorted to burning cadavers like tinder and
We bickered bitterly and our wickedness hit a in our hunger
Sickened we hunted each
Pickpocketed the and we plundered
A from the surface stole a garlic roll from Dave and Busters
And I the buster in his sleep just to lick his fingers for butter
But it kind of gave me indigestion I confess and the ruptured 
from my dung
Lungs punctured when Dumb stuck me the sharped end of my plunger
Now it's me and Grieves in a shallow
Next to J Biebs and Azalea's 
pale butt
That I rest my upon for my perpetual slumber
We frail and wretched and wail
It's curtains, my days are
And I'm numb to pain, yet one remaining certainty gives me
I made a living yelling my loudly
Thinking I might matter if I a crowd, see
Now, my lily cheek on chilly cheeks
I finally see the future will be fine
me
Nothing is to be mine
I'm a token of a time
And there's survivors on the surface in LeSabres working on
Tomorrow red, red wine