Luyện nghe bài hát Rock Drill/Iron Ration

It took us some time as it's taking up
- we had the furnace, the and the ore.
But as stood, we needed a crew
I the Pope, I considered you.
But the Pope ain't got enough for me
and he drives no 603.
So is Stef-f, Real Raz joins the chorus
Bass needs Pon-X, Mars needs Boris
is OMNITRON, the walls of steel
- No 98-Olds, no
But the Trans-Siberian funk railroad,
the sure-win toad eat toad.
The funny-peculiar station,
the strip-mining and the Iron Ration:

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

Laughter and
drink and
The around.
More than less
we to excess
The pulls us down.

if you love 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 soul - what to
Can we have more faith in him in publicity drives?
or should science fill our heads as it fills our

The Second Coming in a or maybe too late, or
another fiction another creator.
There are so futures that we may have to live in
- the can't be given.

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

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

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