Luyện nghe bài hát The Smell of Rebellion

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

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

And so to stop the 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. tell 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 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 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 - let's step it up. Double-time!
One, two, three, four!

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

We begin insisting
On and discipline,
Persistently
This mischieving.
These minutes you are
On and pitying
little ones like this
They just 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 of pre-pubescent plotting!
The of resistance!
The of dissent!
The funk of moral rotting!

a world with no children.
Close your eyes and dream.
Imagine. on - try it...
The and the quiet...
A stream...
Now a woods with a cottage,
And that cottage we find
A dwarf called Zeke, a freak,
Who can fold hats with 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 stinking rears his head.
Even the squittiest, pittiest
Can harbour of stinkiness.
Have you ever 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!

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 'til you are squashed!
'Til this is quashed!
'Til glorious, discipline has washed
sickening scent...
Away!