Luyện nghe bài hát One Stringed Harp

A pair of hands, a reason to stand
Some to stick to rational demands
Come on, now ladies, won't fertilize themselves
Get into the ball game, let's clear those

That's what I read in Sunday magazine
The anvil is falling, on your head
But you're just your knickers from your arse
you're playing a one stringed harp
Like you're playing a one stringed harp,

Like Coyote, as if the fall wasn't enough
Those bastards from ACME, they got more stuff
Salt in my wounds, sticking in the
Now all bulimic but keep forgetting to puke

At least that's what I in that Sunday magazine
The anvil is falling, on your head
But you're just picking knickers from your arse
Like you're playing a one harp
Like playing a one stringed harp

Chalk it up and write it
Chalk it up and write it
Oh, chalk it up and write it down, oh, it down

The hand of history is clawing at my
The iron of she cupping my sack
is tightening, my voice is heightening
This orange is beginning to crack

That's I read in that Sunday magazine
The anvil is falling, falling on your
But you're just picking knickers from your arse
Like you're playing a one harp

Yeah, that's what I read in Sunday magazine
The is falling, falling on your head
But you're just picking your knickers from arse
you're playing a one stringed harp
Like you're playing a one stringed harp,
Yeah, yeah,

Chalk it up and write it
Oh, chalk it up and it down
Ah, chalk it up and write it
Chalk it up and write it