Luyện nghe bài hát The Smell of Rebellion

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

And you may bet britches
This
Finds this odiferousness
Wholly insulting.

And so to stop the spread,
I a session of phys. ed.
Sorts the rank from the revolting.

The of rebellion 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. tell us who
Has a head full of 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 can't it anymore! One, two, three, four...)
The of resistance!
The of dissent!
The funk of in action!
(That's not right!)

Before a weed too big and greedy,
You need to nip it in the bud.
TWO!
Before the starts 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 of pre-pubescent protest!
(But not right!)
(One, two, three, four...) x2
The of defiance!
The of coup!
The waft of in progress!
(I can't it anymore!)

Once we've these demons,
shall be too pooped for dreaming!
Some discipline
stop the rot from setting in!

All right - step it up. Double-time!
One, two, three, four!

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

We must begin
On and discipline,
Persistently
anarchistic mischieving.
These minutes you are
On pandering and
While little ones like
They just discipline.
The and whimpering,
The and the spittling,
The 'Miss, I need a
Is an we can fix.
There is no to mastering
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 of moral fibre rotting!

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

mad!

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

[Overlapping Verse 1 -
The of revolt!
The of insubordination!
The of resistance!
The of dissent!

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

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