Luyện nghe bài hát Two Little Hitlers

Why are we to be so old?
I'm up late pacing the
I be told
You your reservations
I'm bought and

I'll the music, I'll face the facts
Even when we walk in polka and chequer slacks
Bowing and squatting, running tidbits
and squinting just like a nit wit

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

Down in the
I need my examined
I my eyes excited
I'd to join the party
But I was not
You make a of me
I'll be

I wouldn't cry for lost souls you drown
Dirty words for minds, written in a toilet town
Dial me a valentine, she's a operator
It's all so calculated, she's got a
She's my soft-touch typewriter and I'm the dictator

A simple game of self
You flick the switch and the goes out
jumps as you expect
I would have thought you would had enough by now

You call selective for some effective mating
I thought I'd let you down dear, but you were deflated
I knew from the start, we'd end up hating
Pictures of the plastered on the wall
We can look so long as we don't to talk at all

You say never know him
not a natural man
He doesn't your pleasure
He as no one can
He to know the names of all those he's better than