Luyện nghe bài hát Exquisite Corpse

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

[Verse 1:
I woke up Sunday to a sky
Robot goosestep by
Shoulda listened we had the juice
 to try
And the Science Guy told us that "the end is Nye!"
Lately it's been getting harder survive
the Hive started to
Ban American refugees from a damn part of the 
People's Republic of Antarctica
A bum begged me for a bill he could
Babbling shit about "there's still a tomorrow"
He said that "legend has it, there's still a Grill and a Sbarro
at the top of
Kilimanjaro"
And so desperate, I set off from the out in Portland
Until my thirsty horse collapsed in the scorched
I promised to heart and soul
I'd crawl across dead world for those garlic rolls
2: Dumbfoundead]
Yo, kid, let go of the dead
crying, need a ride? Hop in my red Porsche
Eat something homie, you look bony and
Now why the would you take the Oregon Trail?
Remember back in grade school, that stupid computer
You shoulda known better, now there's no one but you to
Dying of
Don't climb to the
I'ma take you underground the hive resistance be
Apparently a colony of people are out
A garden full of veggies, even garlic they sprout
Leader General who be running shit down there
Found a way to end the drought, bring out the
Soon as we pulled up we drilling noises
Children started dancing, grown folk joined in
a hydrant in the Bronx, water shot up
in the air
But was boiling and as hot as flares

[Verse 3:
Ooowee, ain't that a
Nobody believed it til the first hit
The started shaking and the sky went red
(Mayday! Atlanta's been lost, Justin is dead)
No! God damn, another one
Colonies of people under the ground
Rallied against the clowns, a resistance was
They fight for mankind and the of porn (let's go!)
on the surface life teeters
Avoiding wild of North American beavers
Creepers and face feeders
Fearing the great
You're either gonna get eaten or with a pay meter
This is shit homie, dog eat dog
More like robot clown man and whole squad
on the wall says "there is no god"
But there is still vodka, and that's cool

[Verse 4:
Homemade vodka, pour a shot up I swill it
I'm the only person who remembers how to distill it
the most popular product in the underground economy
So I'm the most popular in my underground colony
All the resistance leaders throw shots down
In my bar after they the robot clowns
As of late they've been stressed and
Cause the chances of us are becoming less and less
We the captain of the human army
is really low and a lot of people 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 coming
Wait—what's sound? It's kinda loud
Holy shit! There are right now!

[Verse 5: Adam
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 week, I can't sleep
a wink
But this the last place on earth a guy can get a decent
So darned if we lose this bar to those useless bastards
I'd starve than be boozeless
So I put barbed wire slabs on the
should buy us some time to plan our defenses
Pick up the chairs and trash cans off the
Stack em up on the front door to jam entrance
Ain't got grenades but we still might be
I just found diet coke cans and some breath mints
Fill the cans to the brim with the cola
When the robots break in, the mints
in the soda
See the blast hurt em but it'll get em wet certainly
mess up their wiring and disrupt their circuitry
If it work though, my next plan cannot fail
We drink the vodka—shot after shot til we're too to feel pain
Spark up a flame and turn the bottles that remain into Molotov
had it with 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 zombie, man, what the hell is it?!
6: Rafael Casal]
Adam! Ahhh!
I didn't mean to ya
Dude, that's not a robot, it's Iggy Azalea
hid up in the bar to learn about who we are
Then report back to the of the folks attackin my favorite rap stars
Oh shit, quick! Hit her some fuckin duck-tape
She came to sing-rap & give us all some fades
Lo-fi beats telepathic autotune
Help! She's inside my head and I think 
I am immune
Been repo-d, I think I'm in 
I am weeping at the seams
Forfeiting my of keepin the streets G code
Only way to outrun it is doublin up on the
Any and everyone get up and meddle
 it
Just puttin the peddle it
Now we over the tempo and tunin it
Never let a lesser lemon ruin it, so I'm inducing it
Doomin em all, I'm undoin it, im dippin
Who comin with the I'm out
Headed to the dojo, Diggs got pistols hidden in his fro
These think we're bitch, Diggs, gimme some loko
And let me borrow Jefferson robe bro, I'm goin postal
Bay boys bout to put barrel into 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 sitting on the table
And there's two cheesesteaks out in a gassed up LeSabre
I'm ready to ride on these haters, go
But you better drive cause you already
That apocalypse or not I'm behind the wheel my black ass is sure
Enough get stopped
And we ain't got the 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 I've been on the back porch
the backpack out the closet, it's got all of our passports
I've been planning for a minute, seen the writing on the walls
If we survive and find a they've got to know who we are
First we swoop us in case we need some muscle
Or some reason, or other than our indiscriminate hustle
Then we roll through the 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
Start the car—no, homie—we are not for any swishers
Or a McFlurry, blood no time 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
Make for ya
fam, friend
I'll give you this and the end of
my Hansen
Now what the fuck you talking the end
of the world?
I been on tending to the end of
my curls
I mean the sky is always purple, people 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 apocalyptic breakfast revelation dinners
The been out
The water of flint
Exquisite corpses laying where the had been
No bombs over Baghdad, just drones with
When life gives us citrus we learn to drop
So okay fellas shall we get in
Bump some pied R up out the trunk this scraper
Do the end of the world styling in our fitteds and
these stupid mufuckas on a goose chase
Use already up in my suitcase
I got a whole jones for this road
And my flow so we don't need AC
I popped fo' no doze, read this formal prose
Bet you knows how to make us free
A Olamina in Trumped up world
A black magic still being called girl
But the only constant is change
So let's get the supplies and leave up out our bay
Got the earthquake kit and six of gas
Got Diggs in the and Raf in the back
Got this passenger seat
and the last of sweets
Go Daveed, just gun it til wine country
Do it fluid like turfin with iDummy
It's the bay moves we learned as natives gon keep us
It's the forty water and an instrumental tap, let's go
They'll get behind us
I mean of em hybrid but most of them wind-ups
We got nothing but power we got nothing but
I got new beats and Music of My Mind
Nothing in Napa but the scent of the grapes
No palate-cleansing tapas for taste
Nothing left in but one popped bubble
We got two dudes and just one Nak, trouble
how the hell we repopulate humanity
The two of y'all and me like actual insanity
eww, that's really gross guys
It's like, not Diggs, and not
Not nobody else, just doing it styling in country with nothing else

9: Watsky]
Red red wine, I want to die!
I hum under my breath as I fight death in the quiet of the bunker
I was confounded when I came to Dumbfoundead
Brought me to the base underground where we hunkered down the summer
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
we hunted each other
Pickpocketed the weak and we
A from the surface stole a garlic roll from Dave and Busters
And I butchered the buster in his just to lick his fingers for butter
But it kind of gave me indigestion I confess and the pipes ruptured 
from my
Lungs punctured when Dumb stuck me with the sharped end of my
Now me and Grieves in a shallow grave
Next to J and Azalea's 
pale humungous butt
That I rest my head upon for my slumber
We frail and kvetch and wail
It's curtains, my days are
And I'm numb to pain, yet one remaining certainty gives me
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 to be mine
I'm a of a broken time
And maybe survivors on the surface in LeSabres working on
sipping red, red wine