Luyện nghe bài hát Third World Think Tank

I walked into the room, and she was right waiting.
Leaning up against the bar, she was perpertraitin'.
as snot her spandex, and blacker than some coal,
she set her upon my bootie, with disco in her soul.
So for indecision, so quick did she decide,
the temptress with her doors inviting me inside.
"I want to take you with me", said the sparkle in her eye.
"I would to honey, but I'm about to die."
I have got a bomb, I strapped it to my chest.
When it blows I'm out of here, you can have left.
The room got of quiet, and you could smell the fear.
I only heard the jukebox play "A is in My Beer".
"So what's the verdict Mister? it gonna blow?"
I just winked at her and said, "Darlin' I know."
Time-bomb in the room, everybody goes someday,
blows so quick you be, somewhere where it's safe.
Thin skinned thread-bare thinkin', now gonna die,
don't try to rock the jukebox, just kiss this good-bye.
What's the deal, don't you feel, alone now in the
up the daisies now, there's better ways for you to diet.
Seeking after sucker wealth, suckers what suckers dealt,
All your you stuffed your face, now you're dead I rest my case.
Got a story here to tell, so you listen well.
old lady in a church, got a nickel in her purse.
You rich, she was poor.
You some fifties on the floor.
She dropped her nickel a clank,
she was thinkin' Third World Tank.
The master, the drunkard, and the jerk,
ditch sorry world and all its worth.
Keep candle burning, waiting for the time,
to explode, the bomb is primed.