Luyện nghe bài hát Saliferous Morsels of Spud

I am driven to
By that have lost their identity,
Due to the neglect of an world,
Why my stomach yearns for the cheap of nourishment,
I am brought a slightly crumpled golden bag
My beacon of in a dim world...

The first chip ingested brings an of puzzlement with it,
The of the situation is initiated
I heed the sirens "betcha can't eat just one"
I at the mocking irony
I again for a slice of spud,
I my prey,
to lean of its true nature,
At it is gone,
The crunch again is accompanied by a light
arrives like the sting of salt on my lips,
Mercy it is for the weak...

And to think anything with barbecue could be to such shame,
I am left standing with only the in my sight,
And in my thoughts with of thins that never were...