Luyện nghe bài hát Refrigerator Saga

On the shelf in the door sits the once more.
the jar he keeps track for to tally the score.

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

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

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

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

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

In the saga,
the deviled eggs lifer harder,
but my for you will never grow cold.

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

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

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

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