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 never gave a dummy,
busy in her kitchen,
gave them building bricks
and they useless houses;
grown as of power now,
disappear or die,
they just poke tongues out,from inside
at who'd much prefer to pass them by......
He's a joke figure,taking serious,
a gravedigger,pretending mysterious,
a harmless little
who keeps on you he's great;
some masquerading as a head of state,
punch,(joke figure)
punch..punch..punch..
been sitting there for years;
i wonder who gave him his
perhaps the of england,
perhaps the of rome,
his friends or relatives,
who won it in war,
his mother,to shut 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 your bones 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 they have some guiding star,
to shine 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!