Luyện nghe bài hát The Smell of Rebellion

This school of has started reeking -
Quiet, maggots, I'm speaking! -
with 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 britches
This
this foul odiferousness
Wholly insulting.

And so to the stench's spread,
I a session 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 smell the
Of and abetting!
A bit of phys. ed. tell us who
Has a head full of 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 becomes too big and greedy,
You really 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 reek of 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 exorcised/exercised these demons,
shall be too pooped for dreaming!
Some discipline
Should stop the rot from in!

All right - 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 must begin
On and discipline,
resisting
This mischieving.
These you are frittering
On pandering and
While little ones 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!

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 we find
A dwarf Zeke, a carnival freak,
Who can fold hats with his mind,
And he says, "Don't let them steal 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, mess
Can seeds of stinkiness.
Have you ever seen more repellent?!
Have you ever anything worse
Than smell 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,
sniff 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!