Luyện nghe bài hát Fish Biscuit

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

Saw lost pretty gone, pretty gone yeah yeah yeah, lost pretty gone, pretty gone 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 about the climb.
Swinging round the tree house, like a loud trout, it's donuts for the last time.
Sign says later, protoplasm 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, gone yeah yeah yeah, pretty gone.

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

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

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