Luyện nghe bài hát Refrigerator Saga

On the shelf in the sits the mustard once more.
Through the jar he track for to tally the score.

In the saga,
of lives in the larder,
with the hint of rotting in the freeze.

I am the meatloaf, said I, as the passed by.
And so we most the day, fell in love in the tray.

In the saga,
of love in the larder,
and the eggplant keeps up the grease.

In the end, we will only hold a against the bread.
And our love, so preserved, will be a fitting spread.

But soon the was miffed, thought the melon was his.
He saw it all in this box, saw the love lox.

In the saga,
the deviled eggs make harder,
but my love for you never grow cold.

Yes, I, the meatloaf, have cried since my has now dried.
And since my melon has gone, for warmer I now long.

In the saga,
tales of lives in the
and the eggplant keeps up the grease.

In the end, we will only hold a against the bread.
And our love, so preserved, will be a fitting spread.

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