Luyện nghe bài hát Refrigerator Saga

On the shelf in the door sits the mustard 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 eggplant 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 soon the was miffed, thought the melon was his.
He saw it all in box, saw the bagel love lox.

In the saga,
the deviled make lifer harder,
but my love for you will never cold.

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

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