Luyện nghe bài hát Exquisite Corpse

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

[Verse 1:
I woke up Sunday to a sky
Robot goosestep by
listened when we had the juice
 to try
And the Science Guy told us that "the end is Nye!"
Lately it's been harder to
 survive
Since the started to
Ban American refugees 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, 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 horse collapsed in the scorched sand
I to myself heart and soul
I'd crawl this dead world for those garlic rolls
2: Dumbfoundead]
Yo, kid, let go of the dead
Stop crying, need a Hop in my red Porsche
Eat something homie, you look and frail
Now why the hell you take the Oregon Trail?
Remember in grade school, that stupid computer game?
You known better, now there's no one but you to blame
Dying of
Don't to the enemy
I'ma you underground where the hive resistance be
Apparently a 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 heard drilling
Children started dancing, even grown folk in
Like a in the Bronx, water shot up
in the air
But was boiling and as hot as flares

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

4: Wax]
Homemade vodka, pour a up then I swill it
I'm the only person left who remembers how to it
It's the most popular product in the economy
So I'm the popular person in my underground colony
All the resistance leaders throw shots down
In my bar after fight the robot clowns
As of late they've been and depressed
Cause the chances of us winning are less and less
We lost the of the human army
Morale is low and a lot of people are starving
I'm still wondering how this all
Is this even or am I just on acid?
The clowns are down
I use the word "down" cause coming underground
Wait—what's that sound? It's loud
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 lost ten men this week, I can't 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 than be
So I put wire slabs on the fences
That should buy us time to plan our defenses
Pick up the chairs and cans off the floor
Stack em up on the door to jam up
the entrance
Ain't got but we still might be saved
I just found fifty diet coke and some breath mints
Fill the trash to the brim with the cola
When the robots break in, toss the mints
in the
See the blast won't hurt em but it'll get em wet
It'll up their 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 and turn the bottles that remain into Molotov cocktails
had it with 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 ain't no robot zombie, man, the hell is it?!
[Verse 6: Casal]
Adam! Ahhh!
I didn't mean to ya
Dude, not a robot, it's just Iggy Azalea
Musta hid up in the bar to learn who we are
Then report back to the captain of the attackin my favorite rap stars
Oh shit, quick! Hit her some fuckin duck-tape
She came to sing-rap & us all some undercut fades
beats transmittin telepathic autotune
Help! She's my head and I don't think 
I am immune
Been repo-d, I think I'm in deep 
I am weeping at the
my dreams of keepin the streets G code
Only way to outrun it is doublin up on the
Any and get up and meddle
 mean it
Just puttin the peddle it
Now we taking the tempo and tunin it
Never gone let a lesser lemon ruin it, so I'm it
Doomin em all, I'm it, deuces im dippin
Who comin with the I'm out
Headed to the dojo, Diggs got pistols hidden in his fro
robots think we're bitch, Diggs, gimme some loko
And let me borrow your Jefferson bro, I'm goin postal
Bay boys bout to put this barrel into some fuckin

7: Daveed Diggs]
Whoa whoa whoa, hold up
You see I'm my mustache up
I heard all newly brainwashed rap chicks are really down to fuck
I comb the pistols out the fro and sitting on the table
And there's two out in a fully gassed up LeSabre
I'm ready to ride on these haters, go
But you better cause you already know
That apocalypse or not when I'm behind the my black ass is sure
gonna 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 geek
Whoa, stop, lemme up this kombucha I've been brewing on the back porch
Grab the backpack out the closet, got all of our passports
I've been planning this for a minute, seen the writing on the
If we and find 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 bumping something all of monsters know
Like a Watsky song? Lo and behold, follow our car wherever we go
Let's lead em out to Napa and let em gentrify that up
Start the car—no, are not stopping for any swishers
Or a McFlurry, there's no time for that shit
Hold up, go Nak right there, pull over. Ayo Nak, Ayo Nak, get in the car!

8: Chinaka Hodge]
Ay Raf get seat
Make room for ya
fam,
I'll you this McShake and the end of
my Hansen
Now what the fuck you talking it's the end
of the
I been on Pinterest tending to the end of
my
I mean the sky is always purple, people running on
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 breakfast follows dinners
The been out
The water of flint
corpses laying where the bodies had been
No bombs over Baghdad, just with grenades
When life gives us citrus we 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 styling in our fitteds and gators
Lure these mufuckas on a goose chase
Use already up in my suitcase
I got a whole jones for open road
And my flow so cold we need AC
I fo' no doze, I'll read this formal prose
Bet you Butler knows how to us free
A Olamina in Trumped up world
A black magic woman still being girl
But the constant is change holmes
So let's get the and leave up out our bay homes
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 like turfin iDummy
It's the bay moves we learned as natives gon keep us
It's the forty water water and an instrumental tap, go
They'll get tired us
I mean half of em hybrid but most of wind-ups
We got nothing but power we got nothing but
I got Kwudi's new beats and Music of My
Nothing left in but the scent of the grapes
No palate-cleansing tapas for taste
left in Calistoga but one popped bubble
We got just two and just one Nak, trouble
how the hell we repopulate humanity
The two of y'all and me that's like actual
Like eww, really gross guys
It's like, not Diggs, and not
Not nobody else, just it styling in wine country with nothing else

[Verse 9:
Red red wine, I want to die!
I hum under my breath as I fight death in the quiet depths of the
I was confounded when I to after Dumbfoundead
Brought me to the battered base where we hunkered down the summer
But then came and the flame that we tended to flickered to nothing
And the few of us resorted to burning cadavers like tinder and lumber
We bickered and our wickedness hit a peak in our hunger
Sickened we hunted other
Pickpocketed the and we plundered
A visitor from the stole a garlic roll from Dave and Busters
And I butchered the buster in his sleep just to lick his 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
I rest my head upon for my perpetual slumber
We and wretched kvetch and wail
It's curtains, my days are
And I'm numb to pain, yet one remaining gives me comfort
I made a living yelling my opinions
I might matter if I drew a crowd, see
Now, my lily cheek on Iggy's chilly cheeks
I finally see the future will be
me
Nothing is to be mine
I'm a token of a broken
And maybe survivors on the surface in LeSabres working on
Tomorrow sipping red, red