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

We're in the car
those rodent's 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.
They're sick
and they need a bed with fine lace."

[Mr. Howell:] "You know that pity's got an 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 on your ear.
Her fall off, and she presses into you.
But those have 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, you stay the night with me?
Mr. Howell!

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

[Rats:] Our muscles have to cement.
coughing up needles and nails.
Our are flowing barbed 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 yourself alone in Candy's bed.
And is gone:
paintings, jewels, songs.
Candy's blowing in the
rats devoured her up in her sleep.
Her skin's to the bed post,
like a flag on a of ghosts.
You the letter 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 tears that we
were to rob you blind.

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