Luyện nghe bài hát Je M'appelle J. Cousteau

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

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

Woah! His name is Jacques
A and I know you know
I know you know and he goes
He and grows, oh gosh he knows
the Calypso

The beside and a burly sea to ride
All spell for the master of the whirling pimple tide
He tried and pried until the rusty hinges
he stepped inside
He her there swimming in her seaweed hair
Looking vaguely like a lover who had hung herself underwear
Phosphorescent and the sex act made obscene
In Jacques' galleon of hatred this Frenchman is a
god!!!

Cousteau you know the dying dolphins go
And the wasteland ever growing never till it's far below
Put it on TV show
And let the know!!!