Luyện nghe bài hát The Music That Nobody Likes

Fee fi fo fum
I smell the blood of scum
I my dad and I want my mum
A Sherman tank and a of guns

If love is the
was the question?
And can it
My indigestion,

Out of the pan
the frying pan
Back to the board
And I'll you a diagram

put on the kettle
For some tea and sympathy
Infamy,
all got it in for me

If is the answer
was the question?
And can it
The congestion, baby?

on, carry on
You've got nothing to
dirtied your pants
And you can't shoes

To up and fight
Stand up for rights
And dance to the
nobody likes

It ba, ba, ba, ba

Out of the
Of babes bearing
Come the sounds
Of a baby's

At the kidnap and
Of his and friends
Who've been taken
To be ethnically

And the banners and
And anarchist friends
Say "Apocalypse now, man
And "Never again"

And I know the smut
he censored okay
But shit is fucked
As say in the U. S .A

And they say it in Mexico, London and
Berlin and Birmingham, Belfast and
Amsterdam, Vietnam, Iran,
Disneyland, Narnia, former

Yes sire boy, nothing worth living for
But it really ain't dying for
So just say three hail and Mary chains
And say Jim Bob, goodnight Jim Bob