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 manner
(Where is Zog?) How to child, how to raise dog
Somebody me: where the hell is Zog?

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

On the world I first met General Zog
On his way from burning a synagogue
and his captive slaves were part of his great booty
He took them to the Emperor; he 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 begged to join his
They wouldn't take just unless you were Norwegian

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

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

And then his eyes fell upon
gave 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 matter how many I slew he always was a to me
Nothing succeeds like success so I got to work
babies torching worlds and acting like a jerk

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

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

So we the stars for you
counsel we do crave
We crush the one called Syn
And his serfs our slaves

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

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