Luyện nghe bài hát Frutch

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

Now I met me a and her name was Scrot
She kept a with many a jot
About how to turn a into a cat
And many such just as useful as that
But I told her she dig it if she turned
into a of gunshot
She listen
She was a girl, Scrot
I got her right in my shoulder now
to Frutch

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 down the
And she was it, she was making it chug
When she there wasn't no place at all for
her to sit
She worry none
She was a fine girl,
She was still when she passed Norroway
for the time

Now I met me a girl and her name was
She looked like a without a string
She rolled up and down like a hoop
Right the block and right through the soup
And right through the stew and the chicken
She was a fine girl,
She was a good cook as go...she went!

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

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