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 from work, she for a can of anchovies
As she spreads the tiny fish across a of lettuce
She notices a small 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"
Placing the phone on the hook, she turns
To see smartly dressed men standing in her kitchen doorway
Before she realizes what is to her
She is tightly in long sheets of cellophane
Transported to an international and placed on a waiting jet-liner
All this being too for her to comprehend, she passes out

Upon awakening, she finds herself in a strange, foreign nation
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Ecnereffid eht ot suineg a ekat 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 her to the hands of three scientists
Who are in diabolical, avant-garde experiments previously
Performed on insects and other small, meaningless creatures
Using her as their subject, they are delighted the results
For the first time, a human is transformed into a, shh, top secret

Meanwhile, in Portland, Maine

Her husband Don, now 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
just hangs from the wall, welcome to bowling for dollars

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

And the lesson we learn from story is
Next time you place your order, forget to say, "No anchovies please"