Luyện nghe bài hát Punch

In a small,but perfect,playpen,
practise,badly,being grown-ups,
no-one makes the decisions,
throwing childish
their mummy never gave a dummy,
in her perfect kitchen,
daddy gave them building
and built useless houses;
grown as people of now,
disappear or die,
they just poke tongues out,from bars
at who'd much prefer to pass them by......
He's a joke figure,taking serious,
a gravedigger,pretending mysterious,
a little creep
who on telling you he's great;
some masquerading as a head of state,
punch,(joke figure)
punch..punch..punch..
He's been sitting there for
i wonder who gave him his
perhaps the of england,
perhaps the 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)
I'll make a of you,
i'd love to your bones apart,
i'd to inspect your insides,
and see if there's blood in heart,
i'll you up,the way you fuck up
everybody,every day,who at you,
and think they have some star,
to shine way,
but politics is a game,
it any rules,
and is just a word,
'power',like 'tools' -
is worthless,
a complete of time,
never will quite qualify
for the of crime,
punch..joke figures,
punch..joke figures,
punch..joke figures,
joke figures.
(repeat 2nd verse)
Punch!