Luyện nghe bài hát Look At All Those Idiots

Smithers, turn on the cameras
Yes sir, it's than I thought
Each morning at nine, they trickle through the
They go home early, they in late

Reeking of cheap liquor they stumble the day
Never give a thought to honest work for pay
I know it shouldn't vex me, I shouldn't take it
I know I should their capering with a kingly disregard, but

Look at all those
Ooh, look at all boobs
An office full of morons, a factory full of
Is it any wonder that I'm singing, singing the

They personal phone calls
On time
Xerox their buttocks
And guess who pays the

Their blatant wounds me
Their astounds
I long to lure to my home
And then release the

I shouldn't grow
When with such abuse
I shouldn't let it me
I shouldn't a fuse

But, at all those idiots
Ooh, at all those boobs
An office full of morons, a factory full of
Is it any wonder that I'm singing, the blues

What happened? are the instruments?
I they call this a breakdown, sir
I can't have any here
What if there was an around?

Play a solo
Oh, I'm a out of practice, sir
I do it, so do it, do it, do it
Yes sir

Yes,
done
All right, it's to grate
That'll be sufficient,

me?
I said that's
Oh, sir
Thought I had my working

man by the cooler
Drinking water, as if it's
Oh, Homer Simpson, sir
A from sector 7-G

Yes, well, call this to my office
And to watch the fun
If he's 6 feet he enters
He'll be two feet I'm done

It brings a ray of
To my unhappy
To make him kneel me
And slowly the knife

Look at all idiots
Ohh, look at all boobs
An office full of morons, a factory full of
Is it any wonder, that I'm singing, singing the

me home, sir
I'm

Surrounded by
Outnumbered by
An full of morons, a planet full of fools
Is it any wonder, I'm
Maybe you be singing, sir, oh, singing the blues

(Look at all idiots)
Mr. Burns, you, you make Muddy Waters shallow and
(An full of morons)
Cheerful, by
Thank you,
but
(Is it any wonder)
Heartfelt

I like I got a few things off my chest
And onto the chests of my
You do
(Look at all idiots)
Why are they playing?
(Office of morons)
not still on salary, are they?
We're not their parking, sir