Luyện nghe bài hát Total Ringo

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

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

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

You try very hard to get right
To imitate some kind of form
A of fact, without any tact
You can go on back you, you have been burn

bong, no danger
Bing bong, the sweet

mothers, switch on the cooker
Get the down , 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 fools do you get in the
Of an county [Incomprehensible]?
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 [Incomprehensible] dogs to think?
Sweet pen and ink
It's dangerous to let the dink in

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

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

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