Luyện nghe bài hát Old Fart At Play

Pappy with the sweatband
goat potbellied barnyard
That only he noticed, the old was smart
The old gold cloth

Dancin' to the 'n saw
He ran behind the knoll
'N' slipped on his fishhead
The mouth 'n' snapped
All the bees to the bungalow

was flatten 'n' lard
With her red enamel pin
the fishhead broke the window
Rubber eye erect 'n' precisely
Airholes which breath should come
Is now closely fit with the chatter of the old inside

An assortment of observations place
Momma licked her lips a cat
the ground like a rooster
Pivoted a duck

Her stockings down caught dust 'n'
She cracked her glaze, caught one eyelash
Rubbed her on her gorgeous gingham
Her hands grasped sticky metal latchwork
Open to the room, uh, smell mixed with bologna

bands crumpled wax paper bonnets
Fat goose legs 'n' jellies
Ignited by the of the room
The old smelled this through his important breather holes

Cleverly he dialed from within from the we observed
the nose of the wooden mask
Where the holes had been a moment ago

Was now amazingly blended camouflaged in
With the very intricate rainbow trout
The old inside was now breathin' freely
From his perfume bottle atomizer air invention

His eyes from within the dark interior glazed
in appreciation of his thoughtful cleveration
Uh man, it's so