Luyện nghe bài hát Rats And Rats And Rats For Candy

[Mr. The dinner was fine, until she opened her mouth.
Oh, Candy!(Yeah!) Oh, Candy!(Yeah, Yeah, Yeah!?)
Behind her teeth rats started 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 living my hotel face.
just sick
and they need a bed lined with lace."

[Mr. Howell:] "You know pity's got an ugly 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 getting late"
and then on your ear.
Her clothes 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 are not living inside my Hotel face.
They're just sick. And a bed lined with fine lace.
[Mr You know that pity's got an ugly price tag.
(Yeah? Yeah! Yeah!)

Our muscles have turned to cement.
We're coughing up 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 yourself alone in Candy's bed.
And is gone:
paintings, jewels, songs.
Candy's blowing in the
those rats her up in her sleep.
Her skin's to the bed post,
a flag on a ship of ghosts.
You the letter on the dresser, oh-oh.
The brown sun rubbing in your soul.

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

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