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 teeth fifteen rats screaming and sobbing
Girl!(Yeah!) Candy Girl! (Yeah, Yeah, Yeah!)

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

[Candy:] "These rats are not inside my hotel face.
just sick
and they need a bed lined with lace."

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

[Rats:]Our fur like it's on fire.
thorns growing on our bones.
Our is X-Rated.
Oh, Mother, We you so!

Candy you upstairs into her apartment.
You say, "it's awfully late"
and then sucks on ear.
Her clothes fall off, and she into you.
But those rats rats have chewed a hole straight 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!

rats are not living 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 turned to cement.
We're up needles and nails.
Our veins are barbed wire.
Oh, mother, we are so frail!
But, wait!
We've got a for him.
We to tears.
To shit grins.

you wake up in the morning, oh-oh.
You find alone in Candy's bed.
And everything is
paintings, jewels, songs.
blowing in the breeze;
those rats her up in her sleep.
Her skin's to the bed post,
a flag on a ship of ghosts.
You read the on the dresser, oh-oh.
The sick brown sun rubbing in soul.

[letter:] Oh, mother, you should known.
You should have seen through our fake bones.
Our that we razor-sharpened
calculated to rob you blind.

[Mr. Howell:] Three later from that day;
I saw rats on a bicycle.
They crept by me, and bawling.
eyes turned to icicles.
Crying; "We a vacancy!
We a vacancy!"