Luyện nghe bài hát Exquisite Corpse

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

[Verse 1:
I woke up Sunday to a sky
overlords goosestep by
Shoulda listened we had the juice
 to try
And Bill the Science Guy us that "the end is Nye!"
Lately it's been getting harder survive
Since the 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 some shit about "there's a tomorrow"
He said that "legend has it, still a Baja Grill and a Sbarro
at the top of
Kilimanjaro"
And so desperate, I set off the deserts out in Portland
my thirsty horse collapsed in the scorched sand
I to myself heart and soul
I'd crawl this dead world for those garlic rolls
[Verse 2:
Yo, kid, let go of the dead
crying, need a ride? Hop in my red Porsche
Eat something homie, you look and frail
Now why the hell you take the Oregon Trail?
Remember back in grade school, that stupid computer
You shoulda known better, now no one but you to blame
Dying of
Don't to the enemy
I'ma take you where the hive resistance be
a colony of people are out there
A full of veggies, even garlic they sprout there
Leader General Bieber who be running shit there
Found a way to end the drought, bring out the
Soon as we pulled up we drilling noises
Children started dancing, even grown joined in
Like a hydrant in the Bronx, shot up
in the air
But was boiling and as hot as flares

3: Grieves]
Ooowee, ain't a bitch?
Nobody believed it til the wave hit
The ground started and the sky went red
(Mayday! Atlanta's lost, Justin Bieber is dead)
No! God damn, another one
Colonies of people under the ground
against the clowns, a resistance was born
They fight for and the existence of porn (let's go!)
Back on the life teeters
wild packs of North American beavers
Creepers and face feeders
Fearing the great
You're either get eaten or beat with a pay meter
This is shit homie, dog eat dog
More like robot clown eats man and squad
Graffiti on the wall "there is no god"
But there is still homemade vodka, and that's

[Verse 4:
Homemade vodka, pour a shot up I swill it
I'm the only left who remembers how to distill it
It's the popular product in the underground economy
So I'm the most popular person in my colony
All the leaders they throw shots down
In my bar they fight the robot clowns
As of late they've been stressed and
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 people are
I'm still wondering how this all
Is this even real or am I on acid?
The clowns are down
I use the word "down" they're coming underground
Wait—what's that sound? It's kinda
Holy shit! they are right now!

[Verse 5: Vida]
Calm soldier, this is no time to be a fink
We can beat these clowns, okay, we just need to
I've ten men this week, I can't sleep
a wink
But this the last on earth a guy can get a decent drink
So darned if we lose this bar to useless zombie bastards
I'd rather starve be boozeless
So I put barbed wire on the fences
That should buy us some time to plan our
Pick up the chairs and cans off the floor
Stack em up on the front door to jam entrance
Ain't got but we still might be saved
I just found fifty diet coke cans and breath mints
Fill the trash cans to the brim the cola
When the robots break in, toss the the soda
See the blast won't hurt em but get em wet certainly
It'll mess up their wiring and disrupt circuitry
If it don't work though, my next plan cannot
We drink the vodka—shot after shot til too drunk to feel pain
Spark up a flame and turn the bottles that remain Molotov cocktails
I've had it with you clowns, I've limit
You may have my captain, but I'm the lieutenant
And I let you terrorize us
Wait just a
That no robot zombie, man, what the hell is it?!
[Verse 6: Rafael
Adam! Ahhh!
I mean to scare ya
Dude, that's not a robot, it's Iggy Azalea
Musta hid up in the bar to learn who we are
Then report back to the captain of the folks attackin my rap stars
Oh shit, quick! Hit her with some duck-tape
She came to sing-rap & give us all undercut fades
beats transmittin telepathic autotune
Help! She's inside my and I don't think 
I am immune
repo-d, I think I'm in deep 
I am weeping at the seams
Forfeiting my of keepin the streets G code
Only way to it is doublin up on the track
Any and everyone get up and mean it
Just puttin the peddle it
Now we taking 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 with the I'm out
Headed to the dojo, Diggs got pistols in his fro though
These robots think we're bitch, Diggs, some loko
And let me your Jefferson robe bro, I'm goin postal
Bay boys bout to put this barrel into fuckin blowholes

[Verse 7: Daveed
Whoa whoa whoa, up cash
You see I'm trimming my up
I heard all these newly brainwashed rap chicks are down to fuck
I comb the pistols out the fro and sitting on the table
And there's two cheesesteaks out in a fully up LeSabre
I'm ready to ride on haters, let's go
But you better drive you already know
apocalypse or not when I'm behind the wheel my black ass is sure
Enough gonna get
And we got the time and the tags are expired
You know how it is, I am really not to die today, by cop or by a geek robot
Whoa, stop, lemme bottle up this I've been brewing on the back porch
Grab the backpack out the closet, 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 got to know who we are
we swoop us Chinaka in case we need some muscle
Or some reason, or anything than our indiscriminate hustle
Then we roll through the hood real slow bumping something all of monsters know
a Watsky song? Lo and behold, they'll follow our car wherever we go
Let's lead em out to Napa and let em gentrify bitch up
Start the car—no, are not stopping for any swishers
Or a McFlurry, blood there's no time for shit
Hold up, there go Nak right there, over. Ayo Nak, Ayo Nak, get in the car!

[Verse 8: Hodge]
Ay Raf get back
room for ya
fam, friend
I'll give you McShake and the end of
my Hansen
Now the fuck you talking it's the end
of the world?
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 it in the papers
Nothing's all that different, been the same for black
When apocalyptic follows revelation dinners
The been out
The water of flint
Exquisite corpses where the bodies had been
No bombs over Baghdad, just with grenades
When life gives us citrus we to drop Lemonade
So okay fellas we get in formation?
Bump some pied piper R up out the trunk this
Do the end of the world styling in our fitteds and
these stupid mufuckas on a goose chase
Use whatever's already up in my
I got a whole jones for this open
And my so cold we don't need AC
I popped fo' no doze, I'll read formal prose
Bet you Butler knows how to us free
A Lauren Olamina in up world
A black magic woman still being called
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 in the driver and Raf in the back
Got this passenger seat
and the last of sweets
Go north Daveed, gun it til wine country
Do it moving fluid turfin with iDummy
It's the bay moves we learned as gon keep 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 beats and of My Mind
Nothing left in Napa but the scent of the
No palate-cleansing tapas for discriminate
Nothing in Calistoga but one popped bubble
We got just two dudes and just one Nak,
how the hell we repopulate humanity
The two of y'all and me that's like actual
Like eww, that's gross guys
It's like, not Diggs, and not
Not nobody else, just doing it in wine country with nothing else

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