Luyện nghe bài hát The Smell of Rebellion

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

And you may bet britches
headmistress
Finds foul odiferousness
olfactorily insulting.

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

The smell of rebellion out in the sweat,
And phys. ed. get you sweating,
And it won't be long before I the pong
Of and abetting!
A bit of phys. ed. will us who
Has a full of rebellious thoughts.
Hold! Hold!
like 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 really 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 of pre-pubescent protest!
(But not right!)
(One, two, three, four...) x2
The of defiance!
The of coup!
The waft of in progress!
(I take it anymore!)

Once exorcised/exercised these demons,
They be too pooped for dreaming!
Some discipline
Should stop the rot from in!

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

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

We begin insisting
On and discipline,
Persistently
This mischieving.
These you are frittering
On and pitying
little ones like this
They want discipline.
The and whimpering,
The and the spittling,
The 'Miss, I need a
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 of pre-pubescent plotting!
The of resistance!
The of dissent!
The of moral fibre rotting!

Imagine a with no children.
Close eyes and just dream.
Imagine. on - try it...
The and the quiet...
A stream...
Now imagine a with a cottage,
And inside that cottage we
A dwarf Zeke, a carnival freak,
Who can fold hats with his mind,
And he says, "Don't let them steal horses! No!"
"Don't let them them 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, mess
Can seeds of stinkiness.
Have you seen anything more repellent?!
Have you ever anything 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 stop you are squashed!
'Til this is quashed!
'Til glorious, sweaty has washed
sickening scent...
Away!