Luyện nghe bài hát Total Ringo

That's sickly clean, mild and meek
I could launch it with a poker, no danger for a
It opens its mouth, there's no words, a squeak
I can launch it a poker, no joker for a weekday

Bing bong, the
Bing bong, no
Here a sweet freak

How fools do you get in the school
Of an English county
All the things going on your bill bong
There's no room, just pure art room

You try very to get that right
To some kind of life form
A matter of fact, any tact
You can go on you, you shouldn't have been burn

Bing bong, no
Bing bong, the sweet

mothers, switch on the cooker
Get the hillbillies , set out to bugger
freak pen and ink
How do you a bulldog think?

Happy Christmas, I said, not to speak
Happy Christmas, when's it's week then
And you swear, you naughty
What in your bed, is got to be a geek Ted

bong, the weekday
Bing bong, no

How many do you get in the schools
Of an English county
All the things on inside your built bomb
There's no room, it's just art room

freak, pen and ink
How do we get these [Incomprehensible] to think?
freak pen and ink
It's dangerous to let the freaky in

Chopper up, cooker, me some smother
I can't the thought of the dwarf bein' a mother

Is this love, man, it's pure
If you put it on the table, be to late
Is this love, man? No, pure hate
It can't be more simple, there on a plate

Is this love No it ain't
Is this love, No, it's pure hate
Is love, man?