Luyện nghe bài hát No Anchovies Please

This is the story of a young in Portland, Maine

While for her husband Don
To return home from work, she reaches for a can of
As she spreads the tiny fish a piece of lettuce
She notices a note at the bottom of the can
Written on it is a telephone

Curious, she dials, and is told, "Don't move, lady, we'll be over"
the phone back on the hook, she turns
To see smartly dressed men standing in her kitchen doorway
Before she what is happening to her
She is rolled tightly in long sheets of
Transported to an international airport and placed on a jet-liner
All this too much for her to comprehend, she passes out

Upon awakening, she herself in a strange, foreign speaking nation
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Ecnereffid eht wonk ot suineg a t'nseod ti'
Alone, fearing her impossible
She seeks comfort in the of a confidential agent

With the trace of her still warm upon his lips
He betrays her to the hands of scientists
Who are engaged in diabolical, avant-garde experiments
Performed only on insects and small, meaningless creatures
Using her as their subject, they are delighted with the
For the first time, a being is transformed into a, shh, top secret

Meanwhile, back in Portland,

Her Don, now chain-smoking 40 packs of cigarettes a day
Sits at a bar and has a few beers with the regulars
Bored, everyone's turns to the television set
That just hangs from the wall, welcome to bowling for

Suddenly, crazy Al
"S-say, Don, there is something familiar about that bowling ball"
To which the Don replies
"Oh my God! That ball, it's my wife!"

And the lesson we from this story is
Next you place your order, don't forget to say, "No anchovies please"