Luyện nghe bài hát No Anchovies Please

This is the story of a young in Portland, Maine

While waiting for her Don
To return home work, she reaches for a can of anchovies
As she spreads the tiny across 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"
Placing the phone back on the hook, she
To see three smartly dressed men standing in her kitchen
she realizes what is happening to her
She is rolled in long sheets of cellophane
to an international airport and placed on a waiting jet-liner
All being too much for her to comprehend, she passes out

Upon awakening, she finds herself in a strange, foreign nation
'Dalas nekcihc dna nekcihc neewteb
Ecnereffid eht ot suineg a ekat t'nseod ti'
Alone, her escape impossible
She comfort in the arms of a confidential agent

With the trace of her kiss still upon his lips
He betrays her to the hands of three
Who are in diabolical, avant-garde experiments previously
Performed only on insects and other small, meaningless
Using her as their subject, they are with the results
For the time, a human being is transformed into a, shh, top secret

Meanwhile, back in Portland,

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

Suddenly, Al says
"S-say, Don, there sure is something about that bowling ball"
To which the terrified Don
"Oh my God! bowling ball, it's my wife!"

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