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
Finds this odiferousness
olfactorily insulting.

And so to the stench's spread,
I a session of phys. ed.
the merely rank 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 the pong
Of and abetting!
A bit of phys. ed. will us who
Has a full of rebellious thoughts.
Hold! Hold!
Just like a 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 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 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 of pre-pubescent 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 be too pooped for dreaming!
Some double-time
Should the rot from setting in!

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

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

We must begin
On and discipline,
Persistently
This mischieving.
These you are frittering
On pandering and
little ones like this
They just discipline.
The and whimpering,
The and the spittling,
The 'Miss, I a tissue'
Is an we can fix.
is no mystery 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 funk of fibre rotting!

Imagine a world no children.
Close your eyes and dream.
Imagine. on - try it...
The and the quiet...
A stream...
Now a woods with a cottage,
And inside that cottage we
A called Zeke, a carnival freak,
Who can fold paper hats his mind,
And he says, "Don't let them 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 maggot rears his head.
Even the squittiest, mess
Can seeds of stinkiness.
you ever seen anything more repellent?!
Have you ever anything worse
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,
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 has washed
sickening scent...
Away!