Luyện nghe bài hát No Anchovies Please

This is the story of a young in Portland, Maine

While for her husband Don
To home from work, she reaches for a can of anchovies
As she the tiny fish across a piece of lettuce
She a small note at the bottom of the can
Written on it is a number

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

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

With the trace of her kiss still upon his lips
He her to the hands of three scientists
Who are engaged in diabolical, avant-garde experiments
Performed on insects and other small, meaningless creatures
Using her as their subject, are delighted with the results
For the time, a human 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 local bar and has a few beers the regulars
Bored, attention turns to the television set
That just from the wall, welcome to bowling for dollars

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

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