Luyện nghe bài hát The Story of Hip Hop

Alright now, shhhh, I have the nicest for you,
but you first must your face and get ready...
(splashing) hmmm, hmmm, hmmm...
Listen carefully... shhh. I want to tell you a story Hip Hop.
Hello Hip Hop.
The flowers Hip Hop, and Hip Hop liked the flowers. (Yes.)
He lived with his sister, Hop (La la la...)
and his brother, Hop. (Hey.)
He never rests. He beats and whirrs and whirrs so fast that you
tell he looks like. (Thump thump, prrrrrr, click click, quack.)
Little Hip Hop started to hop, Hop didn't know when they would
ever stop. Hip Hop for breakfast, and dinner.
Look at all the flowers... (Acht, zeven, zes, grapefruit.)
One day, Hip Hop took a deep breath, his eyes, and jumped...
"ahhhhh!"
Poor Hip Hop, there was was, right in house... ooooh.
("Be careful!", "Hello Canada!", "...like Buddhists",
"That's all-natural.", "Nein!", "Gezichts-massage.")
"I my eyes and jumped until... Thump!
I didn't mean to hop into your home, I didn't!"
One tear came. "Stop crying little Hip Hop,
I'm glad you to see me. I get lonesome
with no one to me laugh. Ho ho ho!"
And off they went a hop and a hip,
a skip and a slide, all inside.
Their bobbed up and down...
How funny he looks, up and down, whirling in the air...
and the flowers love him. He's always some flowers.
Now you see the trouble Hip Hop got into.
It was all because he look where he hopped...
and even the flowers talk to each other, people do,
but the sounds they are different.
carefully, and try to understand what they say.