Luyện nghe bài hát Feed The Children

If I had just one wish, I'd feed the children,
with bland at first like rice, so they can hold it down
Soon develop a tolerance
for western
and they'd be demanding happy meals gender appropriate toys

But if you a man a fish, he eats for just one day,
but if you teach man to fish, he eats for a lifetime

But fishing is just a metaphor; there are ways to find food:
Like farming, and hunting, it!
Hunting...

Arm the children,
Give them

me; they'll eat one way or another

In Africa they shoot gazelles
In Chicago they could rob a for a microwave burrito,
and let's be honest, stolen burrito just tastes
than the you buy with cash; those are for suckers...

(guitar solo)

If I had a second I'd take all the animals off the endangered species list
so we eat them
I know it insane, but hear me out:
A not endangered and neither is a cow,
Perhaps
But I don't so
If a 'whopper' was made with whale meat, we'd be them for food

If we change the way we order at our restaurants
"I'll have a manatee supreme and a hot spotted-owl wings"

Arm the children, eat the
It's the only way will survive

you rather feel like the French and live on snails?
I don't to be dramatic but I'll rather gauge my eyes out with a spoon

I have a third wish; the French,
With their hairy backs and five-o-clock shadow and are just the women
They never bathe or their filthy hair
Let's arm those hungry, pissed off kids and send there

la la la la

Arm the children, eat the and nuke the French

sing
La la la la
Oh

Arm the children, eat the whales and nuke the

(Help us treat the babies?)

la la la la
Oh you, oh got to
Arm the children, eat the and nuke the French

the French,
the French,
Kill the

la la la la

They've been for it

Arm the children, eat the whales and the French
Nuke the

The
the French