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 with a poker, no for a weekday

bong, the weekday
Bing bong, no
Here goes a freak

How fools do you get in the school
Of an county classroom?
All the things going on inside your bill
no room, it's just pure art room

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

Bing bong, no
Bing bong, the sweet

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

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

Bing bong, the
bong, no danger

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

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

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

Is this love, man, it's hate
If you put it on the table, it'll be to
Is this love, man? No, it's pure
It be more simple, it's there on a plate

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