Luyện nghe bài hát Pop Hates The Beatles

+Pop The Beatles
My daughter a new phonograph.
She out all the needles.
Besides, I the old one in half.
I the Beatles.
She they have a Liverpool beat.
She says they used to there.
Four kids from offa the street.
Why didn't they there?
is all the screaming about?
and swooning.
Sounds to me their guitars
use a little tuning.
The boys are the British Empire.
The think they're keen.
If is what the British desire,
God The Queen.
No of mine can push me around.
In my I'm the master.
But when the come into town,
Gad, a disaster.
Little girls in and jeans.
the territory.
'Twas like of the gorier scenes
From West Story.
Of my daughter had to go there.
The are cheap, she hollers.
I was to pick up a pair
For dollars.
When the come on the stage,
They scream and and cheer them.
Now I know why they're a rage,
impossible to hear them.
Ringo is the one the drum,
The others all with him.
It you what a boy can become
a sense of rhythm.
There's Beatle and T-shirts and rings,
And one and another.
To buy my daughter all of things,
I had to her brother.
in 1776
We the British then, folks.
of America,
It's to do it again, folks.
When they come back, how we'll begin,
throw 'em in Boston harbor.
But please, we toss 'em all in,
Let's 'em to a barber.