Luyện nghe bài hát Punch

In a small,but perfect,playpen,
practise,badly,being grown-ups,
no-one makes the decisions,
throwing tantrums;
their mummy gave them a dummy,
in her perfect kitchen,
daddy them building bricks
and they built houses;
as people of power now,
parents or die,
just poke tongues out,from inside bars
at people who'd much prefer to them by......
He's a figure,taking himself serious,
a gravedigger,pretending mysterious,
a harmless little
who keeps on telling you he's
some madman as a head of state,
punch,(joke figure)
punch..punch..punch..
He's been sitting there for
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 your apart,
i'd love to your insides,
and see if there's in your heart,
i'll you up,the way you fuck up
everybody,every day,who at you,
and think they have some star,
to their way,
but is a stupid 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!