Luyện nghe bài hát The Breakfast Conspiracy

gonna tell you a story; kind of a breakfast conspiracy
breakfast in bed,
breakfast in bed,
ah, no thanks, not
in fact, I'd far rather be in a distinctly upright position
so that I may at least have the of a chance to digest
what I don't mind telling you- is completely inedible
lovingly and prepared and served by
the thugs and who are the so-called staff of this institution
finished the menu, sir?
finished with the menu,
finished the menu, sir?
with the menu, sir?
yes, yes, I enjoy soft cakes, toast, tea, scrambled eggs,
jam...
mind you, I can't complain, I came here I thought
scrambled eggs were supposed to be brown and at the bottom
and yellow at the top
my mother, god bless her, cannot boil a fuckin
without burnin the inside
When I here it's a different story, you know, oh yes,
a whole deck of cards...
eggs arrive with the consistency of a moth swimming about
in a foul liquid- I wonder where that came from?
I like to put forth my theory, my own inside story, if you will,
you wanted to know what I
I think every morning as we sleep
our beloved kitchen staff around the scrambled eggs
like some pagan cult homage to a false icon
first, the head chef, the cult leader, ritualistically on an
chair, opens the fly of his
institutional trousers, out his
institutional willy, and in our breakfast.
HA HA HA!
they're just a bunch of loonies, what do they
half the time they end up throwing it on the floor,
or worse still, at other...