Luyện nghe bài hát Exquisite Corpse

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

[Verse 1:
I woke up to a bloodshot sky
overlords goosestep by
Shoulda when we had the juice
 to try
And Bill the Science Guy us that "the end is Nye!"
Lately it's getting harder to
 survive
Since the Hive to
Ban American refugees from being a 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 out in Portland
Until my thirsty horse collapsed in the scorched
I promised to myself and soul
I'd crawl across this world for those garlic rolls
[Verse 2:
Yo, kid, let go of the dead
Stop crying, need a ride? Hop in my red
Eat something homie, you bony and frail
Now why the hell would you take the Trail?
Remember back in school, that stupid computer game?
You shoulda better, now there's no one but you to blame
of dysentery
Don't to the enemy
I'ma take you underground the hive resistance be
a colony of people are out there
A garden full of veggies, garlic they sprout there
Leader General Bieber who be running shit down
Found a way to end the drought, bring out the
Soon as we pulled up we heard noises
Children started dancing, even folk joined in
Like a hydrant in the Bronx, water shot the air
But was and as hot as solar flares

3: Grieves]
Ooowee, that a bitch?
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, one down
Colonies of people living the ground
Rallied against the clowns, a was born
They fight for mankind and the existence of (let's go!)
Back on the surface teeters
Avoiding wild packs of North American beavers
Creepers and face
the great reaper
You're either gonna get eaten or beat with a pay
This is shit homie, dog eat dog
More like robot clown man and whole squad
Graffiti on the says "there is no god"
But there is still vodka, and that's cool

4: Wax]
Homemade vodka, pour a shot up then I 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 most popular person in my colony
All the resistance leaders they shots down
In my bar after they fight the robot
As of late they've been stressed and
Cause the chances of us winning are becoming less and
We lost the captain of the army
Morale is really low and a lot of people are
I'm still wondering how all happened
Is this even or am I just on acid?
The clowns are down
I use the "down" cause they're coming underground
Wait—what's that It's kinda loud
shit! There they are right now!

[Verse 5: Vida]
Calm down soldier, this is no time to be a
We can beat these clowns, okay, we just need to
I've lost ten men this week, I can't wink
But this the last place on a guy can get a decent drink
So darned if we lose this bar to those useless zombie
I'd starve than be boozeless
So I put wire slabs on the fences
That buy us some time to plan our defenses
Pick up the chairs and cans off the floor
em up on the front door to jam up
the entrance
Ain't got grenades but we still might be
I just found fifty diet coke cans and some breath
Fill the trash cans to the brim the cola
When the robots in, toss the mints
in the soda
See the blast won't em but it'll get em wet certainly
It'll mess up their and disrupt their circuitry
If it work though, my next plan cannot fail
We drink the after shot til we're too drunk to feel pain
Spark up a flame and the bottles that remain into Molotov cocktails
had it with you clowns, I've reached
my limit
You may killed my captain, but I'm the lieutenant
And I let you terrorize us
just a minute
That ain't no robot zombie, man, what the is it?!
[Verse 6: Rafael
Adam! Ahhh!
I didn't mean to ya
Dude, that's not a robot, it's just Azalea
hid up in the bar to learn about who we are
Then report back to the captain of the folks my favorite rap stars
Oh shit, quick! Hit her with fuckin duck-tape
She came to sing-rap & us all some undercut fades
Lo-fi beats transmittin telepathic
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 up on the track
Any and everyone get up and meddle
 it
Just puttin the into it
Now we over the tempo and tunin it
Never let a lesser lemon ruin it, so I'm inducing it
em all, I'm undoin it, deuces im dippin
Who comin the kid? I'm out
Headed to the dojo, Diggs got pistols in his fro though
These robots think bitch, Diggs, gimme some loko
And let me borrow your Jefferson robe bro, I'm goin
Bay boys bout to put this barrel into some blowholes

[Verse 7: Daveed
Whoa whoa whoa, up cash
You see I'm my mustache up
I heard all these newly brainwashed rap are really down to fuck
I comb the pistols out the fro and they're on the table
And there's two cheesesteaks out in a fully up LeSabre
I'm ready to on these haters, let's go
But you drive cause you already know
That apocalypse or not when I'm behind the wheel my black ass is
Enough get stopped
And we ain't got the time and the are expired
You how it is, I am really not trying to die today, by cop or by a geek robot
Whoa, stop, lemme up this kombucha I've been brewing on the back porch
the backpack out the closet, it's got all of our passports
I've been planning this for a minute, the writing on the walls
If we and find a civilization 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 hood real slow bumping something all of these monsters
Like a Watsky song? Lo and behold, they'll our car wherever we go
Let's lead em out to Napa and let em that bitch up
Start the car—no, are not stopping for any swishers
Or a McFlurry, there's no time 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 back
Make for ya
fam, friend
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 Pinterest 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
Nothing's all that different, been the same for black
When apocalyptic follows revelation dinners
The been out
The water of flint
corpses laying where the bodies had been
No bombs over Baghdad, just drones with
When life us citrus we learn to drop Lemonade
So fellas shall we get in formation?
Bump some pied piper R up out the this scraper
Do the end of the world styling in our fitteds and
Lure these stupid mufuckas on a goose
Use whatever's already up in my
I got a whole jones for this road
And my flow so cold we need AC
I popped fo' no doze, I'll read this formal
Bet you Butler how to make us free
A Lauren Olamina in Trumped up
A black magic still being 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 the last of these sweets
Go north Daveed, just gun it til country
Do it moving fluid turfin with iDummy
It's the bay we learned as natives gon keep us safe
It's the water 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 nothing but power we got nothing but
I got Kwudi's new and Music of My Mind
Nothing left in Napa but the scent of the
No palate-cleansing for discriminate taste
Nothing left in Calistoga but one bubble
We got just two dudes and one Nak, trouble
Like how the hell we repopulate
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 as I fight death in the quiet depths of the bunker
I was confounded I came to after Dumbfoundead
me to the battered base underground where we hunkered down the summer
But then winter came and the flame that we tended to to nothing
And the few of us living resorted to burning cadavers like tinder and
We bickered bitterly and our hit a peak in our hunger
Sickened we hunted other
the weak and we plundered
A visitor from the surface stole a garlic roll from and Busters
And I butchered the buster in his sleep just to lick his for butter
But it kind of gave me indigestion I and the pipes ruptured 
from my dung
Lungs punctured Dumb stuck me with the sharped end of my plunger
Now it's me and Grieves in a grave
Next to J Biebs and 
pale humungous butt
That I rest my head for my perpetual slumber
We and wretched kvetch and wail
It's curtains, my are numbered
And I'm numb to pain, yet one remaining gives me comfort
I made a living my opinions loudly
Thinking I might matter if I a crowd, see
Now, my lily cheek on Iggy's chilly cheeks
I finally see the future be fine
me
Nothing is entitled to be
I'm a token of a broken
And maybe there's survivors on the surface in LeSabres on
sipping red, red wine