Luyện nghe bài hát Mr. Baby

See the priest in nappies
Gurgling and burping child at
Signing warrents, blessing firing
are the pleasures of baby's day

In a street where buildings fall
on burning people ten tall
on knees, not all, not all
Just those who fight in bonfire
In of all the crowds who call
hero, a goldfish jockey
Their remains Mr. Baby

Mr. spills it by the ton
He wraps his mouth his gun
He says, "Scared? not the only one."

Did they their fists to greet you all
they saw the colour of your skin?
Did laugh and say "go home"
when you them of the trouble you were in?
You they did
(God is an dealer.)

Your is my mandate
and your shoulders are my (straight)
What cannot defuse they must excuse
and what they allow they soon will bow to
and they kneel
They will to Mr. Baby
Oh, you really me
Mr. in the burning bushfire
Basement by the crater
Reads his ancient hate-book

Your own, own Mr. Baby
Baby, baby, baby, treat me mean now
bang your head...