Luyện nghe bài hát Punch

In a small,but perfect,playpen,
practise,badly,being grown-ups,
no-one makes the decisions,
childish tantrums;
their mummy gave them a dummy,
busy in her kitchen,
daddy gave them bricks
and they built useless
grown as of power now,
parents or die,
they just poke tongues out,from inside
at people who'd prefer to pass them by......
He's a figure,taking himself serious,
a gravedigger,pretending mysterious,
a harmless creep
who keeps on telling you great;
some madman masquerading as a of state,
punch,(joke figure)
punch..punch..punch..
been sitting there for years;
i wonder who him his throne?
the king of england,
perhaps the of rome,
his friends 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)
I'll a mockery of you,
i'd to take your bones apart,
i'd to inspect your 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 think they some guiding star,
to their way,
but is a stupid game,
it any rules,
and is just a word,
'power',like 'tools' -
is worthless,
a waste of time,
which never will qualify
for the of crime,
punch..joke figures,
punch..joke figures,
punch..joke figures,
punch figures.
(repeat 2nd verse)
Punch!