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?) me to behave in a manner uncouth
(Where is Zog?) How to child, how to raise dog
Somebody tell me: the hell is Zog?

(Where is Zog?) Together we 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 I first met General Zog
On his way from a Satanic synagogue
Possessions and his slaves were part of his great booty
He took them to the Emperor; he did his duty!

His battle cattle, bloated bleeding, 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 take just unless you were Norwegian

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

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

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

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

The war we waged destroyed the suns and left the planets
Simply put, it was the worst thing has ever happened
And Zog, our leader glorious, sported a erection
His skill notorious, we always took direction

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

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

We've the very universe,
Traversed the Great
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.
Balsac: You can't just order me to do things. Just 'cause louder than me doesn't make you the boss.
Oderus: Uh, yeah, but, uh, you know, it out.
Zog: Do you have any change?
Balsac: Oh. What's with him?
(Sigh) He's fucked.
Zog: Argh! You got any Space change?
Oderus: You think maybe you go ahead and, uh, lock that plasma turret on target now?
Yo! Your windshield needs a squeegie!
Balsac: Yeah, I guess... I guess right.
Zog: You got a lot of bird shit all it!
Balsac: Locking turret. On target.
Oderus: Thank you. you.