Luyện nghe bài hát The Smell of Rebellion

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

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

And so to the stench's spread,
I find a 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 be long before I smell the pong
Of and abetting!
A bit of phys. ed. will us who
Has a head 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 weed too big and greedy,
You really to nip it in the bud.
TWO!
Before the worm to turn,
You scrape 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 waft of in progress!
(I take it anymore!)

we've exorcised/exercised these demons,
They be too pooped for dreaming!
double-time discipline
Should the rot from setting in!

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

For who aren't listening,
For who are fidgeting
And in history,
Their and chittering,
Their and twittering,
Is tempered a smattering of
Discipline.

We must insisting
On and discipline,
Persistently
This mischieving.
minutes you are frittering
On pandering and
While little ones like
They just discipline.
The and whimpering,
The and the spittling,
The 'Miss, I a tissue'
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 of pre-pubescent 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 with a cottage,
And inside that cottage we
A dwarf called Zeke, a 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 ever 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!

Verse 2 - Background:] (x2)
Discipline, discipline,
No whispering.
need 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 rebellion is quashed!
'Til glorious, sweaty discipline has
sickening scent...
Away!