Luyện nghe bài hát Total Ringo

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

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

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

You try hard to get that right
To imitate kind of life form
A of fact, without any tact
You can go on back you, you shouldn't have been

bong, no danger
Bing bong, the sweet

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

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

Bing bong, the
Bing bong, no

How fools do you get in the schools
Of an county [Incomprehensible]?
All the things going on your built bomb
no room, it's just pure art room

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

up, cooker, give me some 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, be to late
Is this love, man? No, it's pure
It be more simple, it's there on a plate

Is this love man? No it
Is this love, man? No, it's pure
Is love, man?