Luyện nghe bài hát Je M'appelle J. Cousteau

I was there at the cattle
Where lump swear at glories far beyond the fabric that she wears
He 'do you want a chair?'
I'd him anywhere!

A hole in ground in this I found
J.C.'s horde
They caper, they banter, human pyramids
All to please infernal lord

Woah! His is Jacques Cousteau
A pussy and I know you
I you know and there he goes
He and grows, oh gosh he knows
Aboard the

The foam beside and a burly sea to
All spell goodness for the of the whirling pimple tide
He tried and until the rusty hinges sighed
Then he inside
He found her there swimming in her seaweed
Looking vaguely like a lover who had hung herself with
Phosphorescent and the sex act made obscene
In galleon of hatred this wrinkled Frenchman is a
god!!!

Cousteau you know where the dolphins go
And the wasteland ever growing never slowing it's far below
Put it on your TV
And let the know!!!