Luyện nghe bài hát Total Ringo

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

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

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

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

Bing bong, no
Bing bong, the freak

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

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

bong, the weekday
Bing bong, no

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

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

up, cooker, give me some smother
I stand the thought of the dwarf bein' 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 hate
It can't be more simple, it's on a plate

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