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 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 odiferousness
olfactorily insulting.

And so to stop the 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 I smell the pong
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 of mutiny in action!
(That's not right!)

Before a weed too big and greedy,
You really to nip it in the bud.
TWO!
Before the starts to turn,
You must 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 waft of in progress!
(I take it anymore!)

Once we've exorcised/exercised demons,
They 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 children who listening,
For midgets who are
And in history,
Their and chittering,
Their and twittering,
Is tempered with a of
Discipline.

We begin insisting
On and discipline,
resisting
This mischieving.
These you are frittering
On and pitying
While ones like this
just want discipline.
The and whimpering,
The and the spittling,
The 'Miss, I need a
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 fibre rotting!

Imagine a 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 inside that cottage we
A called Zeke, a carnival freak,
Who can fold hats with his mind,
And he says, "Don't let steal your horses! No!"
"Don't let them them away! No!"
"If you your way through,"
"They'll be for you,"
"Singing neigh'!"

mad!

Aha! And there, just I said,
The stinking rears his head.
Even the squittiest, pittiest
Can harbour of stinkiness.
you ever seen anything more repellent?!
Have you smelled anything worse
Than that 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.
need 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!
'Til rebellion is quashed!
'Til glorious, sweaty discipline has
sickening scent...
Away!