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 is the answer
was the question?
And can it
My indigestion,

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

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

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

Carry on, on
got nothing to lose
You've your pants
And you afford shoes

To up and fight
Stand up for rights
And to the music
That likes

It ba, ba, ba, ba

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

At the and rape
Of his and friends
Who've been away
To be ethnically

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

And I the following smut
Should he okay
But this shit is
As say in the U. S .A

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

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