Luyện nghe bài hát Rock Drill/Iron Ration

It us some time as it's taking up yours
- we had the furnace, the and the ore.
But as things stood, we needed a
I the Pope, I considered you.
But the Pope got enough tanks for me
and he no Tatra 603.
So is Stef-f, Real Raz joins the chorus
Bass needs Pon-X, needs Humble Boris
Sound is OMNITRON, the walls of
- No 98-Olds, no
But the Trans-Siberian grind railroad,
the strategy: toad eat toad.
The funny-peculiar station,
the strip-mining district and the Ration:

An I for an I at the current of exchange;
another reduction, another in range.
Burning love - a smell!
Silly - where's my hell?
Got no - what to sell?
The hand with the upper few as it seems
the alarm clock punched the jaw of my dreams
Dog eat hot dog takes the loss but no bids
and the sweets lost their taste in the of the well-behaved kids.

Laughter and
and rejoice
The around.
often than less
we drink to
The past us down.

Honk if you the Saviour, sing him a song.
If the leopards sing to the bones, should just sing along?
Burning - what a smell!
goat - where's my hell?
Got no - what to sell?
Can we have faith in him than in publicity drives?
or should science fill our as it fills our lives?

The Second Coming in a or maybe too late, or
fiction seeking another creator.
There are so many futures that we may have to in
- the past be given.

Laughter and
and rejoice
The around.
rise
to fill our
we drown.

Honk if you love to bonk up the honky teenies.
history offers some pretty good sceneries.
Buffalo soldiers, your tapes and abide
for the earth policy has us all up for a ride.

The COMECON in romper suit and felt-pen moustache;
stone-faced bought up by hustlers.
Unlike the little pigs and crooks who die in the
our ends be smelly.