Luyện nghe bài hát Fish Biscuit

Sweet little pretty ran away the trouble, we saw it all through the peephole.
She carried her belongings in a purple pair of stockings and her head in a bowl.
I caught her walking backwards with a dead bunch of flowers and a feather in her waistband, talking to the birds about the places she was in the ads on the news stand.

Saw lost pretty gone, pretty gone yeah yeah yeah, lost gone, pretty gone yeah yeah yeah, lost pretty gone.

All her free movie passes burned up in that no one could have started.
Well they fired up the incubator, almost an incinerator, laughing the wall climb.
Swinging round the tree house, singing like a loud trout, donuts for the last time.
Sign says back later, gladiator, see you on the jelly rack.
Couldn't miss it with the number on the biscuit, I'll be there when the eggs hatch.

Lost pretty gone, pretty gone, pretty gone yeah yeah yeah, pretty gone. Got pretty gone, pretty gone yeah yeah, pretty gone.

When all of a sudden the stripper with the rotor button waiting for the big bang.
Brown suit hot flush, married to a toilet that's doing up a condo.
A world famous monkey told me how to knit a bridge across a river don't flow.
Strange thing piece of string, waiting for a ring that brought a weasel meat hall.
And the lone I saw naked in the tub went and moved into a pinball.

I'm pretty gone, pretty gone yeah yeah yeah, well I'm pretty gone, pretty pretty gone yeah yeah yeah, I'm really gone.

And a little birdy told me all the insects in the world are gonna decorate my conscience