Luyện nghe bài hát Refrigerator Saga

On the shelf in the door sits the mustard more.
Through the jar he 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, said I, as the passed by.
And so we talked most the day, in love in the tray.

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

In the end, we will only hold a grudge the bread.
And our love, so preserved, be a fitting sandwich 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 make harder,
but my love for you never grow cold.

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

In the saga,
tales of lives in the
and the eggplant soaking 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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