Luyện nghe bài hát Smack My Bitch Up

Change my pitch up, my bitch up
I said, my pitch up, smack my bitch up

you ladies and gentlemen
I'd like to a little thing I like to call, the band
start with the man behind the piano
He's a maestro, a master, a man of melodies
Including the melody who's the hostess of the Daily

If you your keys, he can find them
He's a Prodigy, as in addict insane
He's sitting on his stool, Ricotta
Thank you,

And now on bass, high-strung
He's a stand-up guy, he's in an upright and position
He knows the basic language
the low man on the totem pole
He's Gordon Brie
Danke,

And now on drums, on skins, on the
The cocktail kit, the thing you that you hit with the
He's a click to pick with a stick
He's back with another one of them Rockin' Beats
His name is Tom

He's cymbalic, we're talking 'brush with
He likes to bang the drum if you know what I mean
And I you do, am I right people?
Mr. Gouda

my pitch up, smack my bitch up
Change my up, smack, bitch, up
Whoa,
Whoa,

my pitch up, smack my bitch up
Change my pitch up, smack my up