Luyện nghe bài hát Frutch

Now I met me a girl and her was Frutch
And she liked dirt and me much
She if she'd met me during the war
And she found me underneath the door
Even if she was and I was Dutch
She shoot me
She was a fine girl,
me last Tuesday

Now I met me a girl and her was Scrot
She kept a notebook many a jot
About how to turn a into a cat
And many such things just as useful as
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 name was
And she bought a do-it-yourself kit
She tried it in the bath and it went 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 didn't worry
She was a girl, Blit
She was still standing she passed Norroway
for the fourth

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

Now I met me a girl and her name was
She had a car with a cough
She fed it with aspirins and vitamin
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 don't cough no
sits in the garage all day long
And screams for the
Hypochondriac!