Luyện nghe bài hát Fish Biscuit

Sweet little ran away from the trouble, we saw it all through the peephole.
She carried her in a purple pair of stockings and her head in a fish bowl.
I caught her walking backwards with a bunch of flowers 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, gone yeah yeah yeah, lost pretty gone.

All her free movie passes burned up in housefire that no one could started.
Well they fired up the incubator, almost an incinerator, laughing the wall climb.
Swinging round the house, singing like a loud trout, it's donuts for the last time.
Sign says back later, gladiator, see you on the jelly rack.
Couldn't really miss it with the number on the biscuit, I'll be there when the 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 said the stripper with the button waiting for the big bang.
Brown suit hot flush, married to a toilet brush that's up a condo.
A famous monkey told me how to knit a bridge across a river that don't flow.
Strange thing piece of string, waiting for a wedding ring that brought a weasel 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, gone pretty gone yeah yeah yeah, I'm really gone.

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