Luyện nghe bài hát Karate King

Yeah, they call him the Karate
Chopping children down like
Bringing cows to knees
Making udders bleed

Now they him the Karate King
Top of the shop in his
Nothing there can
When he's

chop, chop
Going chop,
Going chop,
Down in the

They call him the King
Like a on a wing
posing at the window
At the door in his

His white and flexing at all the passing girls
Smashing his way the window frames
Ripping apart his pearls
They're dying on the table

Chop,
Chop,
Chop,
Chop,

So if you see the King
Help him, him
Maybe you'll tie, tie his shoe
Come on, come on, on his pomaded hair

Tell him he would have an excellent
Kamikaze pilot in the Second War
'Cause that's he wants to hear
That's what he wants to hear in the

Chop,
Chop,
Chop,