Luyện nghe bài hát Where Is Zog?

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

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

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

His battle cattle, 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 take just unless you were Norwegian

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I mounted the Porno Cow
And a Scumdog
I ritually myself
And signed the log

Finally brought Zog
He me with piss
Draining his bladder several years
And not did one miss!

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

It was hard to win his praise each mighty victory
No matter how I slew he always was a dick to me
Nothing succeeds like success so I got to work
Crushing babies torching worlds and acting like a

The war we destroyed the suns and left the planets flattened
Simply put, it was the worst thing that has happened
And Zog, our leader glorious, a great erection
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 make his our slaves

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

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