Luyện nghe bài hát Hors D'oeuvres

The judge sits on his great
men wise with swollen thighs
Who never told no lies
minds were ever such a size
Whose lives ever such a prize
Whose brains answers just like flies
Whose answers stalked their thoughts like
Whose lead ball through the courtroom
To rip a clean between two eyes
That never wore disguise
And ever saw blue skies
Who quickly lived now dies
Who closed unopened
you can lead a horse to water
But never gonna make him drink
And you can lead a man to
But you're never gonna make him
The critic rubs his arse
Scrapes his poor brains, and farts
And wields a pen stops and starts
And in terms of booze and tarts
And sits there playing his parts
He says I'm too crude and far too coarse
And he says this just a farce
He's got no formulas
got no cure-all for our scars
He's got no for our bras
And our sagging no longer hold a full house of hearts
And you know what? I don't think this song's gonna make the charts
Well you can a horse to water
But you're never gonna make him
And you can lead a man to
But you're gonna make him think