Luyện nghe bài hát Two Little Hitlers

Why are we to be so old?
I'm up pacing the floor
I be told
You have reservations
I'm and sold

I'll face the
face the facts
Even when we in polka dots and checker slacks

and squawking
Running after
and squinting
Just a nitwit

Two little will fight it out until
One Hitler does the other one's will
I will
I not burn
in the basement

I my head examined
I need my eyes
I'd like to the party
But I was not
You make a of me
be delighted

I wouldn't cry for souls, you might drown
Dirty for dirty minds
in a toilet town

Dial me a
a smooth operator
It's all so
She's got a
She's my touch typewriter
And I'm the great

Two little Hitlers fight it out until
One little Hitler does the one's will
I return
I will not

A game of self-respect
You flick a and the world goes off
jumps as you expect
I would have thought you would had enough by now

You call dating
For some mating
I I'd let you down, dear
But you were just

I knew from the start
We'd end up
Pictures of the
Plastered on the
We can look so long as we don't to talk at all

You say you'll never him
He's an man
He doesn't want your
He as no one can
He to know the names of
All those he's better

Two little Hitlers fight it out until
One little Hitler does the other one's
I return
I not burn
I will
I will not
I will
I will not