Luyện nghe bài hát Je M'appelle J. Cousteau

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

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

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

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

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