Luyện nghe bài hát Rats And Rats And Rats For Candy

[Mr. Howell:] The dinner was fine, until she her mouth.
Oh, Candy!(Yeah!) Oh, Candy!(Yeah, Yeah, Yeah!?)
Behind her fifteen rats started screaming and sobbing
Girl!(Yeah!) Candy Girl! (Yeah, Yeah, Yeah!)

We're in the car
those rodent's smoked
in her throat(Yeah!) smoke.(Yeah, Yeah, Yeah!)
Look at me! (Yeah!) Oh, Girl! (Yeah, Yeah, Yeah!)

[Candy:] "These rats are not living my hotel face.
They're sick
and need a bed lined with fine lace."

[Mr. Howell:] "You know pity's got an ugly price tag?"

fur feels like it's on fire.
There's growing on our bones.
Our is X-Rated.
Oh, Mother, We you so!

Candy invites you into her apartment.
You say, "it's getting late"
and then sucks on ear.
Her fall off, and she presses into you.
But those rats have rats have chewed a hole through.
Her (Yeah!) Her nipple! (Yeah, Yeah, Yeah!)
[Mr. Oh, Candy (Yeah!) I've got to go! (Yeah, Yeah, Yeah!)

[Candy:] Oh, won't you the night with me?
Mr. Howell!

These rats are not inside my Hotel face.
They're just sick. And a bed lined with fine lace.
[Mr Howell:] You know that pity's got an ugly tag.
(Yeah? Yeah! Yeah!)

[Rats:] Our muscles have to cement.
We're coughing up and nails.
Our are flowing barbed wire.
Oh, mother, we are so frail!
But, wait!
We've got a for him.
We to tears.
To eaten grins.

When you up in the morning, oh-oh.
You find yourself alone in bed.
And is gone:
paintings, jewels, songs.
blowing in the breeze;
those rats her up in her sleep.
Her tied to the bed post,
like a on a ship of ghosts.
You the letter on the dresser, oh-oh.
The brown sun rubbing in your soul.

Oh, mother, you should have known.
You should have seen through our broken bones.
Our tears we razor-sharpened
calculated to rob you blind.

[Mr. Three weeks later from that day;
I saw those on a bicycle.
They crept by me, and bawling.
Their eyes to icicles.
Crying; "We a vacancy!
We a vacancy!"