Luyện nghe bài hát Where Is Zog?

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

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

On the Scumdogia I first met General Zog
On his way from burning a Satanic
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 lore of war (which he adored) was of the vernacular
I was one of who begged to join his collegian
They wouldn't just anyone unless you were Norwegian

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I the Great Porno Cow
And became a
I defiled myself
And signed the log

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

And his eyes fell upon mine
They a hellish glow
It wasn't or hate, you see, it was,
Well, I know!

It was hard to win his praise despite each victory
No matter how many I he always was a dick to me
succeeds like success so I got straight to work
Crushing babies worlds and acting like a jerk

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

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

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

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

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