Luyện nghe bài hát Kilted Yaksmen Anthem

Remember the anthem of the Kilted Yaksmen

Our country reeks of
Our yaks are really
And they smell like rotting beef

And we have to up after them
And our saddle are the best
We wear women's clothing
And sand blows up our skirts

And the buzzards, soar overhead
And poisonous snakes will devour us
And our will bleach in the sun
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And we probably go to
And is our great reward
For being the Royal Canadian Kilted
C'mon

Our reeks of trees
Our yaks are large
And they smell like beef carcasses

And we have to clean up them
And our saddle sores are the
We proudly women's clothing
And searing blows up our skirts

And the buzzards, they overhead
And poisonous will devour us whole
Our will bleach in the sun

And we will go to
And is our great reward
For being the Royal Canadian Kilted