Luyện nghe bài hát Punch

In a small,but perfect,playpen,
practise,badly,being grown-ups,
no-one makes the decisions,
childish tantrums;
their mummy gave them a dummy,
busy in her kitchen,
daddy gave them building
and they built houses;
grown as people of now,
disappear or die,
they just poke tongues out,from inside
at who'd much prefer to pass them by......
He's a figure,taking himself serious,
a gravedigger,pretending mysterious,
a harmless creep
who on telling you he's great;
some madman masquerading as a of state,
punch,(joke figure)
punch..punch..punch..
He's been sitting there for
i who gave him his throne?
perhaps the of england,
the king of rome,
perhaps his or relatives,
who won it in war,
his mother,to shut him up -
she it in a store;
punch,(joke figures)
punch..punch..punch.
(repeat 1st verse)
make a mockery of you,
i'd love to take your apart,
i'd love to your insides,
and see if there's blood in heart,
fuck you up,the way you fuck up
everybody,every day,who at you,
and they have some guiding star,
to their way,
but politics is a game,
it any rules,
and is just a word,
like 'power',like -
is worthless,
a complete of time,
which never quite qualify
for the of crime,
punch..joke figures,
punch..joke figures,
punch..joke figures,
punch figures.
(repeat 2nd verse)
Punch!