Luyện nghe bài hát Rats And Rats And Rats For Candy

[Mr. Howell:] The was fine, until she opened 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!)
at me! (Yeah!) Oh, Candy Girl! (Yeah, Yeah, Yeah!)

[Candy:] "These are not living inside my hotel face.
They're just
and they need a bed lined fine lace."

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

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

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

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

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

Our muscles have turned to cement.
We're up needles and nails.
Our veins are flowing wire.
Oh, mother, we are so frail!
But, wait!
got a trick for him.
We to tears.
To shit grins.

you wake up in the morning, oh-oh.
You find alone in Candy's bed.
And is gone:
paintings, jewels, songs.
Candy's blowing in the
those devoured her up in her sleep.
Her tied to the bed post,
like a flag on a of ghosts.
You the letter on the dresser, oh-oh.
The sick sun rubbing in your soul.

[letter:] Oh, mother, you have known.
You should seen through our fake broken bones.
Our tears that we
were to rob you blind.

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