Luyện nghe bài hát The Bedlam Of The Bedlam

A young man astride a rocking horse. His petticoats bristling. His eyes closed with pleasure enjoying the euphony of his fork his plate.
Facing him sits a filthy shaking his dentures like castanets. Whistling through his nostrils, giggling with tears in his eyes.
The of my teeth. Sometimes a coff, sometimes an achoo.
a cry for help, but didn't pay attention. Thought it was only myself as usual - the beldam of the bedlam.
A toothless hag moving eyeball-beads in an abacus. They stare so, they so on her rope of pearls: A row of Lilliputian skulls on a string.
The oldie chants the alphabet in an he has fixed himself. Once he strode down the aisle with a wedding gown on an arm's length.
His bride-not-to-be (anymore) in the soil outside.
The youngster tells about how he lay in a bathtub barely conscious in rusty-bloody-red water.
The bathtub on lionpaws to the landing, tipped over and flung him down the stairs on a rusty-bloody-red runner.
I'd like to tell about a dragon with hiccups. Hiccuping fire in headwind, burning itself. But I'd better not...