Luyện nghe bài hát Fairytalez

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

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

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

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

When I was young they was me fairytalz
And this goes on I'm old and gray
When I was young they was 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 different to get food to eat
The man was paid, 'cause the poor man was workin'
a slave, he only gave him, minimum wage

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

Now deep in the winter, he got pneumonia, from a
This ended all of the hustles that he controlled
He was troubled in his soul, he couldn't sleep he eat
But by his side was a strong woman, not defeat

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

robbed that rich man blind
Then fled over the borderline, escaping all the cream
But still could not restore the see
Life is a dangerous game and it seems cash eventually
mentally

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

The rich man's soul to dust through the lust
To as much fluff, his cold heart touched
The old fart up, with goals to be the fly kid
With the midas, touch

Smokin' dutches that he ignited at
Usin' dollar bills the big will, up until, he collided
With fate, had a stroke while on some stake
This was fatal as was not bein' able to take his pace
Back to the

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

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

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