Luyện nghe bài hát Inflicted by Hounds

Blistering outburts, like burning a bratwurst at the PTA's playground
Too bad you've erased all the times you've been chased by some new cannonball
the wounds inflicted by hounds and press the rib meat right back inside
A dozen old ladies who from Hades have filed 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, find the bigger lumps real tough to hide
Simply a lard ass, a hard mass, the tumors help the doctors decide, but
They're wrong, they're wrong, they're
The catch of the day is now away 'cause the strong boy is losing his grip
His eye focus where 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 blood on his feet is eating handgun burritos cheese
Ideas are like treasure but they're harder to measure with our new technology
They're wrong, they're wrong, wrong
(I was talking to my, my buddy Bernie, about these hooker people, fuckin' puke, I they eh..forget it)
of potholes, and half full beer bottles
Gazpacho, gestapo, gefilte,
childish plans to assassinate the tutor
A seeing eye dog, who owns his own computer
The local workers ready willing and they're able
Elementary principle who drinks under the