Luyện nghe bài hát Frutch

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

Now I met me a girl and her was Scrot
She kept a notebook with a jot
About how to turn a into a cat
And many such things just as useful as
But I told her she wouldn't dig it if she
into a piece of
She listen
She was a girl, Scrot
I got her here in my shoulder now
thanks to

Now I met me a and her name was Blit
And she a do-it-yourself submarine kit
She tried it in the and it went down the plug
And she was inside it, she was making it
she found there wasn't no place at all for
her to sit
She worry none
She was a girl, Blit
She was standing when she passed Norroway
for the fourth

Now I met me a girl and her name was
She looked like a yoyo a string
She rolled up and down like a hoop
Right round the block and right through the
And right through the stew and the stuffing
She was a girl, Twing
She was a good cook as go...she went!

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

Car don't no more
Just sits in the garage all day
And for the doctor
Hypochondriac!