Luyện nghe bài hát Je M'appelle J. Cousteau

I was at the cattle fair
Where fairies 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 theater I found
J.C.'s infernal
They caper, they banter, forming human
All to their infernal lord

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

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

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