Luyện nghe bài hát The Smell of Rebellion

This school of late has started -
Quiet, maggots, I'm speaking! -
Reeking with a most scent...
the finest nostrils smell it,
But I it oh-too-well.
It is the of rebellion.
the bouquet of dissent!

And you may bet your
headmistress
Finds this odiferousness
olfactorily insulting.

And so to the stench's spread,
I a session of phys. ed.
Sorts the merely from the revolting.

The smell of comes out in the sweat,
And phys. ed. get you sweating,
And it won't be long before I smell the
Of and abetting!
A bit of phys. ed. will us who
Has a head of rebellious thoughts.
Hold! Hold!
Just a rotten egg floats
To the top of a of water.

1:]
(One, two, three, four...)
The of rebellion!
The of revolt!
The of insubordination!
(I take it anymore! One, two, three, four...)
The of resistance!
The of dissent!
The of mutiny in action!
(That's not right!)

Before a becomes too big and greedy,
You need to nip it in the bud.
TWO!
Before the worm to turn,
You must off the dirt,
And rip it the mud!

2:]
(One, two, three, four...) x2
The of insurgence!
The of intent!
The reek of protest!
(But not right!)
(One, two, three, four...) x2
The of defiance!
The of coup!
The of anarchy in progress!
(I take it anymore!)

Once we've exorcised/exercised demons,
They shall be too for dreaming!
Some discipline
stop the rot from setting in!

All - let's step it up. Double-time!
One, two, three, four!

For children who listening,
For who are fidgeting
And in history,
chattering and chittering,
Their and twittering,
Is tempered a smattering of
Discipline.

We begin insisting
On and discipline,
Persistently
anarchistic mischieving.
These you are frittering
On and pitying
While little like this
They want discipline.
The and whimpering,
The and the spittling,
The 'Miss, I a tissue'
Is an we can fix.
There is no mystery to
The art of mistressing.
discipline, discipline, discipline!

3:]
The of rebellion!
The of revolt!
The reek of plotting!
The of resistance!
The of dissent!
The funk of fibre rotting!

a world with no children.
Close your eyes and dream.
Imagine. on - try it...
The and the quiet...
A stream...
Now imagine a woods a cottage,
And inside that cottage we
A dwarf Zeke, a carnival freak,
Who can fold paper hats his mind,
And he says, "Don't let them your horses! No!"
"Don't let them throw away! No!"
"If you find way through,"
"They'll be for you,"
"Singing neigh'!"

mad!

Aha! And there, like I said,
The stinking maggot his head.
Even the squittiest, pittiest
Can seeds of stinkiness.
Have you seen anything more repellent?!
Have you ever smelled anything
Than smell of rebellion?!

Verse 1 - Foreground:]
The of revolt!
The of insubordination!
The of resistance!
The of dissent!

[Overlapping 2 - Background:] (x2)
Discipline, discipline,
No whispering.
Children discipline,
Cut out whimpering.
If mischeiving,
sniff you out.
a doubt,
She's a in a million.

And I will not 'til you are squashed!
'Til rebellion is quashed!
glorious, sweaty discipline has washed
This scent...
Away!