Luyện nghe bài hát Frutch

Now I met me a girl and her was Frutch
And she dirt and me very much
She said if she'd met me the war
And she me hiding underneath the door
if she was German and I was Dutch
She shoot me
She was a fine girl,
Shot me last

Now I met me a girl and her was Scrot
She a notebook with many a jot
About how to turn a into a cat
And many such just as useful as that
But I her she wouldn't dig it if she turned
into a of gunshot
She didn't
She was a girl, Scrot
I got her right here in my now
thanks to

Now I met me a girl and her was Blit
And she bought a do-it-yourself kit
She tried it in the bath and it went the plug
And she was it, she was making it chug
When she found wasn't no place at all for
her to sit
She didn't worry
She was a girl, Blit
She was still standing when she passed
for the fourth

Now I met me a girl and her was Twing
She looked a yoyo without a string
She up and down like a solid hoop
Right round the and right through the soup
And right the stew and the chicken stuffing
She was a girl, Twing
She was a good cook as go...she went!

Now I met me a and her name was Plof
She had a car a nasty cough
She fed it with and vitamin pills
Lotions and potions for to cure all
you couldn't see the car for three miles of froth
Big
She was a girl, Plof

Car cough no more
sits in the garage all day long
And screams for the
Hypochondriac!