Luyện nghe bài hát Karate King

Yeah, call him the Karate King
Chopping children down trees
cows to their knees
Making their udders

Now they him the Karate King
Top of the shop in his
Nothing can grow
When around

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

They call him the Karate
Like a on a wing
Standing posing at the
At the door in his

His white and flexing at all the passing girls
Smashing his way through the frames
Ripping apart his mother's
dying on the dressing table

Chop,
Chop,
Chop,
Chop,

So if you see the Karate
him, help him
Maybe you'll tie, tie his shoe
on, come on, comment on his pomaded hair

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

Chop,
Chop,
Chop,