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,
tales of in the larder,
with the hint of something in the freeze.

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

In the saga,
tales of 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, be a fitting sandwich spread.

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

In the saga,
the eggs make lifer harder,
but my love for you will 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,
of lives in the larder
and the keeps soaking up the grease.

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

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