Luyện nghe bài hát Inflicted by Hounds

Blistering outburts, like a bratwurst at the PTA's playground ordeal
Too bad you've erased all the you've been chased by some pre-schoolers new cannonball
Bandage the wounds inflicted by hounds and press the rib meat right back
A dozen old ladies who visit from Hades have their art down to a point
No need, no need no no need, no need no need
No need to be harried, whether unique or varied, you'll find the lumps real tough to hide
Simply a lard ass, a festering hard mass, the tumors the doctors decide, but
wrong, they're wrong, they're wrong
The catch of the day is now getting away 'cause the strong boy is losing his
His eye cannot focus his forefinger poke us but the blankets are soft and they're warm
warm, they're warm they're warm, they're warm, they're warm they're warm
While the kid in the street with the on his feet is eating handgun burritos with cheese
Ideas are like treasure but harder to measure even with our new technology
They're wrong, they're wrong, they're
(I was talking to my, my buddy Bernie, about these hooker people, puke, I think they eh..forget it)
Hundreds of potholes, and half full bottles
Gazpacho, gestapo, gefilte,
childish plans to assassinate the tutor
A docile seeing eye dog, who owns his own
The local union ready willing and they're able
principle who drinks under the table