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 your
This
Finds foul odiferousness
Wholly insulting.

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

The of rebellion comes out in the sweat,
And phys. ed. get you sweating,
And it won't be before I smell the pong
Of and abetting!
A bit of phys. ed. tell us who
Has a full of rebellious thoughts.
Hold! Hold!
Just like a rotten egg
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 waft of in progress!
(I can't it anymore!)

Once we've these demons,
They be too pooped for dreaming!
Some discipline
Should the rot from 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,
Their and twittering,
Is with a smattering of
Discipline.

We must begin
On and discipline,
resisting
This mischieving.
These minutes you are
On pandering and
While little like this
They want 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!

a world 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 called Zeke, a carnival freak,
Who can paper hats with his mind,
And he says, "Don't let steal your 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, just I said,
The stinking maggot his head.
Even the squittiest, pittiest
Can seeds of stinkiness.
you ever seen anything more repellent?!
Have you ever smelled worse
Than that of rebellion?!

[Overlapping Verse 1 -
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 this is quashed!
glorious, sweaty discipline has washed
This scent...
Away!