Luyện nghe bài hát Fairytalez

This is the story of little pigs
And the projected damage they did, pig number one was white
Thought everything he did was right, the pigology of
Pink skin terror and wealth, just hogging up for self

up on a pig named swine
A brown pig convinced him they was one of a kind
The swine for the short tail
But no way in hell was earth stale

Stone eggs, hit 'em in the mud that they lay
When it hatched, it was of another shade
The stone age, the origin of in the bone age
was a pig, skin was black
He cleaned up the swine and filthy acts

If not they was be to sent back
But trouble come first, shit got worse
of swine are now cursed
The exile meant from 'Bylon, three on
The of north America's hoof
they celebrated thanksgiving with the wolf

When I was they was feeding me fairytalz
And goes on until I'm old and gray
When I was young was feeding me fairytalz
And this goes on until I'm old and

There was a rich man, a poor man, a beggar, and a
Now each had a hustle to get food to eat
The rich man was paid, the poor man was workin'
Like a slave, he only gave him, minimum

The poor man this, torture for his four sons
His daughter and his wife, 'cause he sought a life
His boss him off on the 4th of December
He sold and boxer shorts, to keep his fort

Now in the winter, he got pneumonia, from a cold
This ended all of the little hustles he controlled
He was troubled in his soul, he sleep he wouldn't eat
But by his side was a strong woman, not taking

She pleaded and the rich man, for the hubby
Who gave fifteen of his life, for the company
was brief, with no relief in sight
Then she unleashed her sons into the night

They robbed that man blind
Then over the borderline, escaping with all the cream
But could not restore the mind see
Life is a dangerous and it seems cash rule eventually
Authored

When I was they was feeding me fairytalz
And this on until I'm old and gray
When I was young they was feeding me
And this goes on until I'm old and

The man's soul turned to dust through the lust
To control as much fluff, his cold touched
The old fart grew up, with to be the fly kid
the golden midas, touch

Smokin' dutches that he at will
Usin' hundred dollar the big will, up until, he collided
With fate, had a stroke while chokin' on some
This was as hell was not bein' able to take his pace
to the cradle

Jack and ran up the hill
Jack said, "I never ran, never will, I'm from Brownsville"
But still, the provider, the outsider had beef
With Peter Piper 'cause his girl put stocks in his viper

On the yellow brick road he lost
Got for runnin' down the scarecrow, on the loose
Runnin' hot pursuit, lead by Dr. Seuss
Riding on his jock, when Pete got blasted by the keystone cops

When I was young they was feeding me
And this goes on until I'm old and
I was young they was feeding me fairytalz
And this on until I'm old and gray

When I was they was feeding me fairytalz
And this on until I'm old and gray
When I was young they was feeding me
And this goes on I'm old and gray