Luyện nghe bài hát Punch

In a small,but perfect,playpen,
practise,badly,being grown-ups,
no-one makes the decisions,
throwing tantrums;
mummy never gave them a dummy,
busy in her kitchen,
daddy them building bricks
and they built houses;
grown as people of now,
parents or die,
they just poke tongues out,from bars
at who'd much prefer to pass them by......
a joke figure,taking himself serious,
a gravedigger,pretending mysterious,
a little creep
who keeps on you he's great;
some madman as a head of state,
punch,(joke figure)
punch..punch..punch..
been sitting there for years;
i wonder who gave him his
the king of england,
perhaps the of rome,
perhaps his or relatives,
who won it in war,
perhaps his mother,to him up -
she bought it in a
punch,(joke figures)
punch..punch..punch.
(repeat 1st verse)
make a mockery of you,
i'd love to take bones 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 think have some guiding star,
to their way,
but politics is a game,
it any rules,
and 'politics' is a word,
like 'power',like -
is worthless,
a complete of time,
which never will qualify
for the of crime,
punch..joke figures,
punch..joke figures,
punch..joke figures,
punch figures.
(repeat 2nd verse)
Punch!