Luyện nghe bài hát There's Nobody Like You

Well, if your name's Mucky, you can count yourself
That you're still walking 'round on four
I tell you right now though I don't how
There's still perverse people out on the street

And it's rare a pig makes it back from a gig
Without at your physical harm
They mostly say, "Oh, I know"
And they up on that bacon farm

I mind dressing in black
If I thought it would get temperature back

And if your name's Queek, quite unique
And it's you over the top
Mr. Rodgers and I know the messiah
Ever you walked into the shop

And if your name's Kent, it's known you're bent
It's an actual undeniable
'Cause a law 'round here they've got cloth
So you never get in the act

But I don't mind in blue
If I thought it would make any to you

nobody, there's nobody
There's nobody you

There's nobody, nobody
There's like you

If your name's Him, then a whim
But you seem to be at all
If your Her, then you're covered in fur
And waiting for Him in the hall

The stuff that you and the way that you smell
Is to say the least way out of
If I had a between the fist and the voice
You know I'd push you right out of face

But I mind dressing in green
If I thought that you'd what I mean

There's nobody, nobody
nobody like you