Luyện nghe bài hát The Song For Phil Daoust

This is a song for Daoust:
Guardian Newspaper journal-oust.
I never ever mentioned your name,
or the review you wrote, when I was new to this game.

But now the has come,
I think I've with my feelings at last.
I really wanna ya Phil,
I wanna put the past in the past-a

Oh and as this is such a big tour, I thought I take the opportunity.
'Cause there's a good chance somebody out there will know you,
Maybe they will on a message for me.

Just wanna say, Daoust, occasional Guardian Newspaper journal-oust,
That it's three years since you wrote it, and time is very healing.
But I still wanna cut big chunks of flesh out of your stupid and make your children watch while I force you to eat them.
Yeah I wanna make your children watch you eat own face-meat.

Ding Dang Dang Dong,
This is my Phil Song,
sing along,
La la la la la la la,
I hope one of your members dies.
Phil, Ding Dong.
I've written you this song,
to you get the attention -
you obviously, lack.

And I that you're a smart man,
and with such a fine mind, I guess it has to be
To resist throwing narcissistic, intellectual tantrums in the supermarket of your self-regard.

Just wanna say, Daoust, I know it must be really hard to be a journal-oust.
What with deadlines looming, and the pressure to be entertaining.
So maybe you should quit and get a job you'd be better at - like killing yourself, you fucking cunt.

Ding Dang Ding Dong,
This is my Doust Song,
Everybody along,
Tra la la la la la la,
I hope you love catches on fire.
Phil, Ding Dong.
I've written you this song,
to show how far come along -
in my to be more mature in the face of negative feedback.

You poo-face.