Luyện nghe bài hát Punch

In a small,but perfect,playpen,
practise,badly,being grown-ups,
no-one the right decisions,
childish tantrums;
their mummy gave them a dummy,
in her perfect kitchen,
daddy gave them building
and built useless houses;
grown as of power now,
parents or die,
they just poke out,from inside bars
at people who'd much to pass them by......
He's a figure,taking himself serious,
a gravedigger,pretending mysterious,
a little 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 wonder who him his throne?
the king of england,
perhaps the of rome,
his friends 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 inspect insides,
and see if blood in your heart,
i'll you up,the way you fuck up
everybody,every day,who at you,
and they have some guiding star,
to shine way,
but politics is a game,
it any rules,
and 'politics' is a word,
like 'power',like -
is worthless,
a waste 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!