Luyện nghe bài hát Exquisite Corpse

Have you seen a corpse?
How about an exquisite
about Frankenstein's monster
Now think fun
You're it, good!
Johnny starts with a leg. I sew on an arm. Then you lend a
We add our piece
Now, what kind of beast we made?
find out!

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

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

3: Grieves]
Ooowee, ain't a bitch?
Nobody it til the first wave hit
The started shaking and the sky went red
(Mayday! Atlanta's lost, Justin Bieber is dead)
No! God damn, one down
Colonies of people living the ground
against the clowns, a resistance was born
They fight for mankind and the existence of (let's go!)
on the surface life teeters
Avoiding wild packs of North American beavers
Creepers and face
the great reaper
You're gonna get eaten or beat with a pay meter
is real shit homie, dog eat dog
More like clown eats man and whole squad
on the wall says "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 only person left who how to distill it
It's the popular product in the underground economy
So I'm the most popular person in my underground
All the resistance they throw shots down
In my bar after fight the robot clowns
As of late been stressed and depressed
the chances of us winning are becoming less and less
We lost the captain of the human
Morale is really low and a lot of people are
I'm wondering how this all happened
Is this even real or am I on acid?
The are advancing down
I use the word "down" cause coming underground
Wait—what's that It's kinda loud
Holy shit! There are right now!

5: Adam Vida]
Calm down soldier, this is no time to be a
We can these clowns, okay, we just need to think
I've lost ten men this week, I sleep
a wink
But this the place on earth a guy can get a decent drink
So darned if we lose this bar to those useless bastards
I'd rather than be boozeless
So I put barbed wire slabs on the
That should buy us some time to our defenses
up the chairs and trash cans off the floor
Stack em up on the front door to jam up
the
Ain't got but we still might be saved
I found fifty diet coke cans and some breath mints
Fill the trash to the brim with the cola
When the robots break in, toss the mints
in the
See the blast won't em but it'll get em wet certainly
It'll mess up their wiring and disrupt circuitry
If it don't work though, my next cannot fail
We drink the vodka—shot after til we're too drunk to feel pain
Spark up a flame and turn the bottles that remain into cocktails
I've had it you clowns, I've reached
my limit
You may killed my captain, but I'm the lieutenant
And I won't let you us
Wait just a
That ain't no robot zombie, man, the hell is it?!
[Verse 6: Casal]
Adam! Ahhh!
I didn't to scare 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 attackin my favorite rap stars
Oh shit, quick! Hit her with some duck-tape
She came to sing-rap & give us all some fades
Lo-fi beats transmittin autotune
Help! She's inside my head and I don't 
I am immune
repo-d, I think I'm in deep 
I am weeping at the seams
Forfeiting my dreams of keepin the streets G
Only way to outrun it is doublin up on the
Any and get up and meddle
 mean it
Just puttin the into it
Now we taking the tempo and tunin it
Never gone let a lesser lemon ruin it, so I'm it
em all, I'm undoin it, deuces im dippin
Who with the kid? I'm out
Headed to the dojo, Diggs got pistols hidden in his fro
These robots think we're bitch, Diggs, gimme some
And let me borrow your Jefferson bro, I'm goin postal
Bay boys bout to put this barrel some fuckin blowholes

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

8: Chinaka Hodge]
Ay Raf get seat
Make room for ya
fam,
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 tending to the end of
my curls
I mean the sky is always purple, running on vapors
I mean the Tribune been gone, I ain't gon read it in the
all that different, been the same for black women
When breakfast follows revelation dinners
The been out
The water of flint
corpses laying where the bodies had been
No bombs over Baghdad, just drones with
life gives us citrus we learn to drop Lemonade
So okay shall we get in formation?
Bump some pied piper R up out the trunk scraper
Do the end of the world styling in our fitteds and
Lure these stupid mufuckas on a chase
Use whatever's already up in my
I got a whole jones for open road
And my flow so we don't need AC
I fo' no doze, I'll read this formal prose
Bet you Butler knows how to make us
A Lauren Olamina in up world
A black magic woman still being girl
But the only is change holmes
So let's get the supplies and leave up out our bay
Got the earthquake kit and six of gas
Got in the driver and Raf in the back
Got this passenger seat
and the last of these
Go north Daveed, just gun it til wine
Do it moving fluid like turfin iDummy
It's the bay moves we learned as natives gon us safe
It's the forty water and an instrumental tap, let's go
They'll get tired us
I mean half of em hybrid but most of wind-ups
We got nothing but power we got but time
I got Kwudi's new and Music of My Mind
Nothing left in Napa but the scent of the
No palate-cleansing tapas for taste
Nothing left in but one popped bubble
We got just two dudes and just one Nak,
Like how the hell we repopulate
The two of y'all and me that's like insanity
eww, that's really gross guys
It's like, not Diggs, and not
Not nobody else, just doing it styling in wine country nothing else

9: Watsky]
Red red wine, I don't to die!
I hum my breath as I fight death in the quiet depths of the bunker
I was confounded when I came to after
Brought me to the battered base underground where we hunkered down the
But then winter and the flame that we tended to flickered to nothing
And the few of us living resorted to burning cadavers like tinder and
We bickered bitterly and our wickedness hit a peak in our
Sickened we each other
Pickpocketed the and we plundered
A visitor from the stole a garlic roll from Dave and Busters
And I butchered the buster in his sleep just to lick his for butter
But it kind of gave me indigestion I confess and the pipes ruptured my dung
Lungs punctured when Dumb stuck me with the end of my plunger
Now me and Grieves in a shallow grave
Next to J Biebs and Azalea's 
pale butt
That I rest my head upon for my slumber
We frail and wretched kvetch and
curtains, my days are numbered
And I'm numb to pain, yet one remaining certainty me comfort
I a living yelling my opinions loudly
Thinking I might if I drew a crowd, see
Now, my lily cheek on Iggy's chilly cheeks
I finally see the will be fine
me
Nothing is entitled to be
I'm a token of a broken
And maybe survivors on the surface in LeSabres working on
Tomorrow red, red wine