Luyện nghe bài hát The Ballad Of Marion Fruvous

In of yore this quaint locale
Was thought by its people fair than foul
Their lives the stuff of simple
But for a mild of garbage anxiety
With and songs the long hours were filled in
And one was the stand-alone of the children:
"Tell us the fable of that will move us;
us the story of Marion Frvous".
The folks of Toronto, had it all
Paper thick as New and sushi on call
cans of aerosol
And no one in town seemed to at all
Except for Frvous.
Somewhere the dawn she creeps
Where yuppies they Cherokee jeeps
By PCB stashes and heaps
Hiding by walls asbestos seeps
Thus our Frvous:
"Thrive as you may with extravagent
Toronto, enjoy your days
One day rot in your urban malaise"
Said Marion Frvous, then she off again.
Citizens at Marion's threats
Politicians votes and folks had regrets
'Cause the longer we the worser it gets
And the Leafs' top defencemen has gone to the
"Whoa! Hey!" Fruvous.
"Thrive as you may with extravagent
Toronto, enjoy your disposable
One day you'll rot in urban malaise"
Said Fruvous, then she rode off again.
My colleage and I have been talking over for about a week and
we we have
come up a plan that is going to takecare of the garbage
problem. right,
with our plan, Toronto will the world-class, cosmopolitain
city we
it.
We have got a plan, we have had some
to put the garbage in a small blue box
Fill it up glass or fill it up with tin
We'll recycle everything that put in
Take it to the curb on
Rest you're nature's friend
People all around the world will a blue box in the end.
What a to do, love the colour blue!
An end to all our when the box comes through
Recycling is here! There's nothing to fear
to Scarborough was set in gear
Shelter for the and homeless
and crime will soon be gone
Pacify the population and the dawn!
How Metro folk now slept
But sat by a curbside and wept
Said "the program's a hoax; the stuff be kept
In a humoungus pile 'til prepped
'Til the industries change, we become adept
At the junk that we've learned to accept"
The of Marion Frvous.
"Thrive as you may with ways
Toronto, your diposable days
One day you'll rot in your malaise"
Marion Fruvous, then she rode off again.