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 each add our
Now, kind of beast have we made?
Let's out!

[Verse 1:
I up Sunday to a bloodshot sky
Robot overlords by
Shoulda listened we had the juice
 to try
And the Science Guy told us that "the end is Nye!"
it's been getting harder to
 survive
Since the started to
Ban American refugees from being a damn part of the 
People's of Antarctica
A bum begged me for a bill he could
Babbling some shit about "there's a tomorrow"
He that "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 deserts out in
Until my horse collapsed in the scorched sand
I promised to myself heart and
I'd across this dead world for those garlic rolls
2: Dumbfoundead]
Yo, kid, let go of the dead
Stop crying, need a ride? Hop in my red
Eat something homie, you look and frail
Now why the would you take the Oregon Trail?
back in grade school, that stupid computer game?
You shoulda known better, now there's no one but you to
of dysentery
Don't climb to the
I'ma you underground where the hive resistance be
Apparently a colony of people are out
A garden full of veggies, even they sprout there
Leader Bieber who be running shit down there
Found a way to end the drought, out the swimwear
Soon as we pulled up we heard drilling
Children dancing, even grown folk joined in
Like a hydrant in the Bronx, water shot the air
But was boiling and as hot as flares

3: Grieves]
Ooowee, that a bitch?
Nobody believed it til the wave hit
The started shaking and the sky went red
(Mayday! Atlanta's lost, Justin Bieber is dead)
No! God damn, another one
Colonies of living under the ground
Rallied against the clowns, a resistance was
They for mankind and the existence of porn (let's go!)
Back on the surface teeters
Avoiding wild packs of American beavers
Creepers and face feeders
Fearing the great
You're gonna get eaten or beat with a pay meter
This is real homie, dog eat dog
like robot clown eats man and whole squad
Graffiti on the wall "there is no god"
But there is still homemade vodka, and that's

[Verse 4:
vodka, pour a shot up then I swill it
I'm the only person left who how to distill it
It's the most popular in the underground economy
So I'm the popular person in my underground colony
All the resistance they throw shots down
In my bar after they fight the robot
As of late they've stressed and depressed
Cause the chances of us winning are less and less
We lost the captain of the human
Morale is low and a lot of people are starving
I'm still wondering how 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 that sound? It's loud
Holy shit! There are right now!

[Verse 5: Adam
Calm soldier, this is no time 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 earth a guy can get a drink
So darned if we this bar to those useless zombie bastards
I'd starve than be boozeless
So I put barbed slabs on the fences
That should buy us some to plan our defenses
Pick up the chairs and trash cans off the
Stack em up on the front to jam up
the entrance
got grenades but we still might be saved
I just found fifty diet coke cans and some breath
Fill the cans to the brim with the cola
When the robots break in, the mints
in the soda
See the blast won't em but it'll get em wet certainly
It'll up their wiring and disrupt their circuitry
If it don't work though, my next plan fail
We drink the vodka—shot shot til we're too drunk to feel pain
Spark up a flame and the bottles that remain into Molotov cocktails
I've had it with you clowns, I've reached
my
You may have killed my captain, but I'm the
And I let you terrorize us
Wait just a
That ain't no zombie, man, what the hell is it?!
[Verse 6: Casal]
Adam! Ahhh!
I didn't mean to ya
Dude, that's not a robot, just Iggy Azalea
Musta hid up in the bar to 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 came to sing-rap & give us all undercut fades
Lo-fi transmittin telepathic autotune
Help! inside my head and I don't think 
I am immune
Been repo-d, I think I'm in 
I am weeping at the seams
Forfeiting my dreams of keepin the G code
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 over the tempo and it
Never gone let a lesser ruin it, so I'm inducing it
Doomin em all, I'm undoin it, deuces im
Who comin with the I'm out
Headed to the dojo, got pistols hidden in his fro though
These robots think we're bitch, Diggs, gimme loko
And let me borrow your Jefferson robe bro, I'm postal
Bay boys bout to put this barrel into some blowholes

[Verse 7: Diggs]
Whoa whoa whoa, up cash
You see I'm trimming my up
I heard all these newly brainwashed rap chicks are really down to
I comb the out the fro and they're sitting on the table
And there's two cheesesteaks out in a gassed up LeSabre
I'm ready to on these haters, let's go
But you better drive cause you 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 trying to die today, by cop or by a robot
Whoa, stop, bottle up this kombucha I've been brewing on the back porch
Grab the 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
we swoop us Chinaka in case we need some muscle
Or some reason, or other than our indiscriminate hustle
Then we roll through the hood real bumping something all of these 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 that bitch up
the car—no, homie—we are not stopping for any swishers
Or a McFlurry, blood there's no time for shit
Hold up, go Nak right there, pull over. Ayo Nak, Ayo Nak, get in the car!

8: Chinaka Hodge]
Ay Raf get back
Make room for ya
fam,
I'll give you this McShake and the end Hansen
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 the Tribune been gone, I ain't gon read it in the papers
all that different, been the same for black women
When apocalyptic breakfast follows revelation
The lights out
The smelling of flint
Exquisite corpses laying where the had been
No bombs over Baghdad, just drones grenades
When life us citrus we learn to drop Lemonade
So fellas shall we get in formation?
Bump some pied R up out the trunk this scraper
Do the end of the world styling in our and gators
Lure stupid mufuckas on a goose chase
Use whatever's up in my suitcase
I got a whole jones for this open
And my flow so we don't need AC
I popped fo' no doze, I'll read this formal
Bet you Butler knows how to make us
A Lauren Olamina in Trumped up
A black magic still being called girl
But the constant is change holmes
So let's get the supplies and up out our bay homes
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, just gun it til wine
Do it fluid like turfin with iDummy
It's the bay we learned as natives gon keep us safe
It's the forty water and an instrumental tap, let's go
get tired behind us
I half of em hybrid but most of them wind-ups
We got but power we got nothing but time
I got Kwudi's new beats and of My Mind
left in Napa but the scent of the grapes
No palate-cleansing for discriminate taste
Nothing in Calistoga but one popped bubble
We got two dudes and just one Nak, trouble
Like how the hell we repopulate
The two of y'all and me that's like actual
Like eww, that's really gross
It's like, not Diggs, and not
Not nobody else, doing it styling in wine country with nothing else

[Verse 9:
Red red wine, I want to die!
I hum my breath as I fight death in the quiet depths of the bunker
I was confounded when I 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 cadavers like tinder and lumber
We bitterly and our wickedness hit a peak in our hunger
Sickened we hunted each
Pickpocketed the weak and we
A visitor from the surface stole a garlic 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 when Dumb stuck me with the sharped end of my plunger
Now it's me and Grieves in a shallow
Next to J Biebs and Azalea's humungous butt
That I rest my head for my perpetual slumber
We frail and wretched kvetch and
It's curtains, my days are
And I'm numb to pain, yet one remaining certainty gives me
I made a living yelling my opinions
Thinking I matter if I drew a crowd, see
Now, my lily cheek on Iggy's chilly finally see the future 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
sipping red, red wine