Luyện nghe bài hát Total Ringo

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

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

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

You try very hard to get that
To imitate kind of life form
A matter of fact, without any
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 , set out to bugger
freak pen and ink
How do you make a bulldog

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

Bing bong, the
bong, no danger

How many fools do you get in the
Of an English [Incomprehensible]?
All the going on inside your built bomb
There's no room, just pure art room

freak, pen and ink
How do we get these dogs to think?
freak pen and ink
It's dangerous to let the dink in

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

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

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