Luyện nghe bài hát The Smell of Rebellion

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

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

And so to the stench's spread,
I find a of phys. ed.
Sorts the merely rank 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 head 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 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!)

we've exorcised/exercised these demons,
They be too pooped for dreaming!
Some discipline
Should stop the rot setting in!

All right - step 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 tempered with a of
Discipline.

We must begin
On and discipline,
Persistently
This mischieving.
These minutes you are
On pandering and
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 reek of 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 dwarf Zeke, a carnival freak,
Who can fold paper hats his mind,
And he says, "Don't let steal your 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 rears his head.
Even the squittiest, pittiest
Can seeds of stinkiness.
Have you seen anything more repellent?!
you ever smelled anything worse
Than that 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.
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!
this rebellion is quashed!
'Til glorious, sweaty has washed
This scent...
Away!