Luyện nghe bài hát The Smell of Rebellion

This of late has started reeking -
Quiet, maggots, I'm speaking! -
with a most disturbing 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
headmistress
Finds foul odiferousness
Wholly insulting.

And so to the stench's spread,
I a session of phys. ed.
Sorts the merely from the revolting.

The smell of 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. tell us who
Has a head of rebellious thoughts.
Hold! Hold!
Just 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 funk of in action!
(That's not right!)

a weed becomes 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 reek of 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!)

Once we've exorcised/exercised demons,
They shall be too for dreaming!
Some discipline
stop the rot from setting in!

All - let's step 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 with a smattering of
Discipline.

We must begin
On and discipline,
resisting
This mischieving.
These you are frittering
On pandering and
While little like this
just want discipline.
The and whimpering,
The and the spittling,
The 'Miss, I a tissue'
Is an we can fix.
is no mystery 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 eyes and just dream.
Imagine. on - try it...
The and the quiet...
A stream...
Now a woods with a cottage,
And inside that we find
A dwarf called Zeke, a freak,
Who can fold paper with his mind,
And he says, "Don't let them your horses! No!"
"Don't let them throw away! No!"
"If you find way through,"
"They'll be for you,"
"Singing neigh'!"

mad!

Aha! And there, just I said,
The maggot rears his head.
the squittiest, pittiest mess
Can seeds of stinkiness.
Have you ever seen more repellent?!
Have you ever smelled anything
Than smell 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,
sniff you out.
a doubt,
She's a in a million.

And I not stop 'til you are squashed!
this rebellion is quashed!
'Til glorious, discipline has washed
sickening scent...
Away!