Luyện nghe bài hát The Smell of Rebellion

This school of late has reeking -
Quiet, maggots, I'm speaking! -
Reeking 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
olfactorily insulting.

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

The of rebellion comes out in the sweat,
And phys. ed. get you sweating,
And it be long before 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 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 worm 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 of anarchy in progress!
(I can't it anymore!)

Once exorcised/exercised these demons,
shall be too pooped for dreaming!
Some double-time
stop the rot from setting in!

All right - let's it up. Double-time!
One, two, three, four!

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

We begin insisting
On and discipline,
resisting
This mischieving.
These you are frittering
On and pitying
While little 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 reek of 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 imagine a woods a cottage,
And inside that we find
A dwarf Zeke, a carnival freak,
Who can fold paper hats 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 maggot his head.
Even the squittiest, mess
Can harbour of stinkiness.
Have you ever seen more repellent?!
Have you ever smelled anything
that smell of rebellion?!

[Overlapping 1 - Foreground:]
The of revolt!
The of insubordination!
The of resistance!
The of dissent!

[Overlapping 2 - Background:] (x2)
Discipline, discipline,
No whispering.
need discipline,
Cut out whimpering.
If mischeiving,
sniff you out.
a doubt,
a snout in a million.

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