Luyện nghe bài hát The Worst Pies In London

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Wait, what's your rush? What's your
You me such a fright, I thought you was a ghost
Half a minute can't you Sit you down, sit
All I is that I haven't seen a customer for weeks

Did you here for a pie, sir?
Do me if me head's a little vague
What is that? But think we had the plague
From the way that people avoiding, no, you don't

knows I try, sir
But no one comes in even to inhale
you are, sir, would you like a drop of ale?
Mind you I can hardly blame

are probably the worst pies in London
I know why nobody to take them
I know, I make them, but good? No
The pies in London
that's polite, the worst pies in London
If you it take a bite

Is that just, disgusting? You have to it
It's nothing but crusting, here drink this, need it
The pies in London
And no with the price of meat

it is when you get it
Never thought I'd to see the day
think it was a treat, finding poor animals
What are in the street

Mrs. Mooney has a pie
Does a business, but I notice weird
Lately all her neighbors have disappeared
Have to it to her, what I calls enterprise
Popping pussies pies

do in my shop
Just the thought of enough to make you sick
And I'm you them pussycats is quick
No denying is hard, sir

harder than the worst pies in London
Only lard and nothing
Is that just revolting? All greasy and
It looks like it's molting and tastes like, well,
A alone with limited wind

And the pies in London
Sir, is hard, times is hard