Luyện nghe bài hát The Smell of Rebellion

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

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

And so to the stench's 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 I smell the pong
Of and abetting!
A bit of phys. ed. will us who
Has a head full of 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 can't 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 need to nip it in the bud.
TWO!
Before the starts 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 can't it anymore!)

we've exorcised/exercised these demons,
They shall be too for dreaming!
Some double-time
stop the rot from setting 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,
Their and twittering,
Is tempered a smattering of
Discipline.

We must insisting
On and discipline,
Persistently
anarchistic mischieving.
These you are frittering
On pandering and
While little like this
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 funk of moral rotting!

Imagine a world no children.
your 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 paper hats his mind,
And he says, "Don't let them steal horses! No!"
"Don't let them throw 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, pittiest
Can harbour of stinkiness.
Have you ever seen anything 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!

[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 not stop 'til you are squashed!
'Til rebellion is quashed!
glorious, sweaty discipline has washed
This scent...
Away!