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 hiding the door
if she was German and I was Dutch
She wouldn't me
She was a girl, Frutch
me last Tuesday

Now I met me a and her name was Scrot
She a notebook with many a jot
About how to turn a banknote a cat
And many such things just as as that
But I told her she wouldn't dig it if she
into a piece of
She didn't
She was a girl, Scrot
I got her here in my shoulder 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 inside it, she was it chug
she found there wasn't no place at all for
her to sit
She worry none
She was a fine girl,
She was still standing when she passed
for the fourth

Now I met me a and her name was Twing
She looked like a yoyo a string
She rolled up and down like a solid
Right round the block and through the soup
And right through the stew and the 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 cough
She fed it with aspirins and vitamin
Lotions and potions for to cure all
'Til you see the car for three miles of froth
Big
She was a girl, Plof

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