Luyện nghe bài hát Exquisite Corpse

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

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

Since the Hive to
Ban American from being a damn part of the 
People's Republic of Antarctica
A bum begged me for a he could borrow
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 from the deserts out in
Until my horse collapsed in the scorched sand
I to myself heart and soul
I'd crawl across this world for those garlic rolls
2: Dumbfoundead]
Yo, kid, let go of the horse
Stop crying, a ride? Hop in my red Porsche
Eat homie, you look bony and frail
Now why the hell would you take the Oregon
Remember back in grade school, that stupid computer
You shoulda better, now there's no one but you to blame
of dysentery
Don't climb to the
I'ma take you where the hive resistance be
Apparently a colony of people are out
A full of veggies, even garlic they sprout there
Leader Bieber who be running shit down there
a way to end the drought, bring out the swimwear
Soon as we 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 solar

3: Grieves]
Ooowee, ain't a bitch?
Nobody believed it til the first hit
The started shaking and the sky went red
(Mayday! been lost, Justin Bieber is dead)
No! God damn, another one
Colonies of living under the ground
Rallied the clowns, a resistance was born
They for mankind and the existence of porn (let's go!)
Back on the surface life
Avoiding wild of North American beavers
Creepers and face feeders
Fearing the reaper
You're gonna get eaten or beat with a pay meter
This is real homie, dog eat dog
More robot clown eats man and whole squad
Graffiti on the says "there is no god"
But there is homemade vodka, and that's cool

4: Wax]
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 person in my underground colony
All the resistance they throw shots down
In my bar after they the robot clowns
As of late been stressed and depressed
the chances of us winning are becoming less and less
We the captain of the human army
Morale is really low and a lot of are starving
I'm still wondering how all happened
Is this even 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!

[Verse 5: Vida]
Calm down soldier, this is no to be a fink
We can beat these clowns, okay, we need to think
I've lost ten men this week, I can't sleep
a
But this the last place on a guy can get a decent drink
So darned if we this bar to those useless zombie bastards
I'd rather than be boozeless
So I put barbed wire slabs on the
That should buy us some time to 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 trash to the brim with the cola
the robots 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 wiring and disrupt their circuitry
If it don't work though, my next plan fail
We drink the vodka—shot after til we're too drunk to feel pain
Spark up a flame and the bottles that remain into Molotov cocktails
I've had it you clowns, I've reached
my limit
You may have my captain, but I'm the lieutenant
And I let you terrorize us
Wait a minute
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, just Iggy Azalea
Musta hid up in the bar to learn who we are
Then report back to the of the folks attackin my favorite rap stars
Oh shit, quick! Hit her with some duck-tape
She came to sing-rap & give us all some fades
beats transmittin telepathic autotune
Help! inside my head 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 outrun it is up on the track
Any and everyone get up and mean it
Just puttin the into it
Now we taking 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 the kid? I'm out
Headed to the dojo, Diggs got pistols in his fro though
These robots we're bitch, Diggs, gimme some loko
And let me borrow your robe bro, I'm goin postal
Bay bout to put this barrel into some fuckin blowholes

7: Daveed Diggs]
Whoa whoa, hold up cash
You see I'm trimming my up
I heard all newly brainwashed rap chicks are really down to fuck
I comb the pistols out the fro and they're sitting on the
And there's two out in a fully gassed up LeSabre
I'm ready to ride on haters, let's go
But you better cause you already know
apocalypse or not when I'm behind the wheel my black ass is sure
Enough get stopped
And we got the time and the tags are expired
You how it is, I am really not trying to die today, by cop or by a geek robot
Whoa, stop, lemme bottle up this kombucha I've been brewing on the 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 a civilization they've got to know who we are
First we swoop us Chinaka in case we need some
Or some reason, or anything 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 em out to Napa and let em gentrify that bitch up
the car—no, homie—we are not stopping for any swishers
Or a McFlurry, blood no time for that shit
Hold up, go Nak right there, pull over. Ayo Nak, Ayo Nak, get in the car!

[Verse 8: Chinaka
Ay Raf get seat
room for ya
fam, friend
I'll give you this McShake and the end of
my
Now what the fuck you it's the end
of the world?
I on Pinterest tending to the end of
my curls
I the sky is always purple, people running on vapors
I mean the Tribune been gone, I gon read it in the papers
Nothing's all that different, been the for black women
When apocalyptic breakfast revelation dinners
The lights out
The smelling of flint
Exquisite corpses laying where the had been
No bombs over Baghdad, drones with grenades
When life gives us citrus we learn to Lemonade
So fellas shall we get in formation?
Bump some piper R up out the trunk this scraper
Do the end of the world in our fitteds and gators
Lure these stupid on a goose chase
Use whatever's already up in my
I got a jones for this open road
And my flow so cold we need AC
I popped fo' no doze, I'll read this prose
Bet you Butler knows how to make us
A Lauren Olamina in up world
A black magic woman still called 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 Diggs in the and Raf in the back
Got this passenger seat
and the last of these
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 water and an tap, let's go
get tired behind us
I mean half of em hybrid but most of them
We got nothing but we got nothing but time
I got Kwudi's new beats and Music of My
Nothing left in Napa but the scent of the
No palate-cleansing for discriminate taste
Nothing left in Calistoga but one bubble
We got two dudes and just one Nak, trouble
Like how the hell we humanity
The two of y'all and me that's like actual
Like eww, that's gross guys
like, not Diggs, and not Rafa
Not nobody else, doing it styling in wine 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 when I came to after Dumbfoundead
Brought me to the battered base underground where we hunkered down the
But then winter came and the flame that we tended to to nothing
And the few of us living resorted to burning like tinder and lumber
We bickered bitterly and our hit a peak in our hunger
we hunted each other
Pickpocketed the and we plundered
A visitor from the surface stole a garlic roll from and Busters
And I the buster in his sleep just to lick his fingers for butter
But it kind of gave me indigestion I and the pipes ruptured 
from my dung
Lungs punctured when Dumb stuck me with the sharped end of my
Now it's me and Grieves in a shallow
to J Biebs and Azalea's 
pale humungous butt
That I rest my head upon for my perpetual
We frail and wretched and wail
curtains, my days are numbered
And I'm numb to pain, yet one remaining gives me comfort
I made a living my opinions loudly
I might matter if I drew a crowd, see
Now, my lily cheek on Iggy's 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 in LeSabres working on
Tomorrow red, red wine