Luyện nghe bài hát Refrigerator Saga

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

In the saga,
tales of in the larder,
the hint of something rotting in the freeze.

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

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

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

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

In the saga,
of lives 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 fitting spread.

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