Luyện nghe bài hát Where Is Zog?

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(Where is Zog?) A grizzled face the days of my youth
(Where is Zog?) Taught me to in a manner 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 hatred a golden battle barge
Zog is living, I'm sure he's living large

On the world I first met General Zog
On his way from burning a Satanic
Possessions and his captive slaves were part of his booty
He took them to the Emperor; he 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 many who begged to his collegian
They wouldn't just anyone unless you were Norwegian

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I the Great Porno Cow
And a Scumdog
I ritually defiled
And signed the log

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

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

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

The war we waged 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 notorious, we always took direction

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

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

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

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