Luyện nghe bài hát Je M'appelle J. Cousteau

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

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

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

The foam and a burly sea to ride
All spell goodness for the master of the whirling pimple
He tried and pried the rusty hinges sighed
Then he inside
He found her swimming in her seaweed hair
Looking vaguely a lover who had hung herself with underwear
Phosphorescent green and the sex act obscene
In Jacques' galleon of hatred this Frenchman is a
god!!!

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