Luyện nghe bài hát Where Is Zog?

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(Where is Zog?) A grizzled face from the of my youth
(Where is Zog?) Taught me to behave in a uncouth
(Where is Zog?) How to child, how to raise dog
tell me: where the hell is Zog?

(Where is Zog?) Together we dove oceans of war
(Where is Zog?) and whacking through trenches of gore
(Where is Zog?) Spewing death and from a golden battle barge
Zog is living, I'm sure he's living large

On the world Scumdogia I first met Zog
On his way from a Satanic synagogue
Possessions and his captive slaves were part of his great
He them to the Emperor; he always did his duty!

His cattle, bloated bleeding, simply put, spectacular!
The of war (which he adored) was part of the vernacular
I was one of many who to join his collegian
They wouldn't just anyone unless you were Norwegian

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I mounted the Porno Cow
And became a
I ritually defiled
And signed the log

Finally before Zog
He slathered me piss
his bladder took several years
And not did one miss!

And then his fell upon mine
They a hellish glow
It love or hate, you see, it was,
Well, I know!

It was hard to win his despite each mighty victory
No how many I slew he always was a dick to me
Nothing succeeds like success so I got straight to
Crushing babies torching worlds and like a jerk

The war we destroyed the suns and left the planets flattened
Simply put, it was the thing that has ever happened
And Zog, our leader glorious, sported a great
His battle skill notorious, we took direction

it's me, Zog!
Uh, you got some space shit on windshield... (mumbles)

So we searched the for you
Your counsel we do
We must crush the one Syn
And his serfs our slaves

We've crossed the universe,
the Great Starfield
To find the one that we Zog
Is... cleaning... our

Zog: You got any change? Space
Balsac! Lock plasma turret on target!
Balsac: Is that, is that an
Oderus: Oh, no, no, uh... More a suggestion.
Balsac: You can't just order me to do things. Just 'cause you're louder me doesn't make you the boss.
Uh, yeah, but, uh, you know, check it out.
Zog: Do you have any space
Balsac: Oh. What's with him?
(Sigh) He's fucked.
Zog: Argh! You got any change? change?
Oderus: You think maybe you go ahead and, uh, lock that plasma turret on target now?
Zog: Yo! Your windshield a squeegie!
Yeah, I guess... I guess you're right.
Zog: You got a lot of bird shit all it!
Locking plasma turret. On target.
Oderus: Thank you. you.