Luyện nghe bài hát The Bunny Who Wanted To Be A Rat

Once there was an adorable little that hopped and bopped through the cotton fields eating carrots all day long.
The loved him and thought he was so fucking cute and sweet and good,
And he that.
He liked to eat the carrots, but was about it.
He had seen this movie Willard about a bunch of rats who eat Bordenine and a bunch of other people, who are Mean to Willard,
Then eat Willard because he tried to poison them.
The adorable little bunny this was so cool.
The bunny was of being cute and cuddly in the cotton field.
The wanted to go north, to the big city,
And play in the garbage and people by slithering around in the subways and on the streets.
Bunny wanted a rat tail, not a bushy cotton tail.
Bunny bunny wanted to screech, like a rat, of a bunny.
Bunny wanted to hopping; it was undignified and adorable.
And wanted to be more omnivorous.
Carrots were ok but it would be so cool to eat that other people would throw away.
It be like recycling.
It would be better for the environment." bunny rationalize.
"People can eat carrots; eat what the people throw away
I'll live inside walls and screech and if anyone tries to pat me again,
I'll bite and, hopefully, give them rabies.
Oh! What a wonderful life it be,
To be a rat!
is one thing that really bugs me about this dream, however." said bunny bunny
"It's how formulaic and pedestrian this story is. I mean, it's completely obvious that I'm going to meet some magical wizard, or find some occult book, or some rat dust, or be captured by scientists who are working on some bunny to rat gene splicing experiment or something like that. At any rate, there is no question that I will get my wish and get to live in the big city, scare some people, eat and play in that garbage, run around in the subways, till one day, I accidentally eat rat poison or get caught in a glue and either decide it was all worth it anyway because my dream finally did come true or otherwise feel cheated because it wasn't as much fun as I thought it was going to be. But no matter what, the rest of my life is entirely predetermined. I don't see how I can go on or how I could possibly enjoy being a rat for a single second when I have already worked out my destiny in my little bunny head. I can't think of a single reason for continuing with this charade for another second. I'm getting out now. Fuck this. Find some other bunny stooch to be your rat for the day. I'm hopping the fuck out of here, right now."
In fact, let me finish story for you, you pathetic pedestrian hack.
Bunny bunny hopped off in a great big huff, ate 100 carrots in a row, and of vitamin A poisoning.
The end.