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,
busy in her kitchen,
daddy gave them bricks
and they built useless
as people of power now,
parents or die,
just poke tongues out,from inside bars
at people who'd prefer to pass them by......
He's a figure,taking himself serious,
a gravedigger,pretending mysterious,
a little creep
who keeps on telling you 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
perhaps the of england,
the king 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)
make a mockery of you,
i'd love to your bones apart,
i'd love to inspect insides,
and see if there's blood in heart,
i'll fuck you up,the way you up
everybody,every day,who at you,
and they have some guiding 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,
joke figures.
(repeat 2nd verse)
Punch!