Luyện nghe bài hát Frutch

Now I met me a girl and her was Frutch
And she liked and me very much
She said if she'd met me the war
And she found me hiding the door
if she was German and I was Dutch
She wouldn't me
She was a fine girl,
me last Tuesday

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 as useful as that
But I told her she dig it if she turned
a piece of gunshot
She didn't
She was a girl, Scrot
I got her right in my shoulder now
to Frutch

Now I met me a and her name was Blit
And she bought a submarine kit
She it in the bath and it went down the plug
And she was it, she was making it chug
she found there wasn't no place at all for
her to sit
She worry none
She was a girl, Blit
She was still standing she passed Norroway
for the time

Now I met me a girl and her was Twing
She looked like a yoyo a string
She rolled up and down like a solid
Right round the block and right the soup
And right through the and the chicken stuffing
She was a fine girl,
She was a good as cooks go...she went!

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

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