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

(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 battle barge
Wherever Zog is living, I'm sure he's large

On the world I first met General Zog
On his way from a Satanic synagogue
Possessions and his captive were part of his great 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 part of the
I was one of many who to join his collegian
wouldn't take just anyone unless you were Norwegian

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I mounted the Great Cow
And a Scumdog
I ritually myself
And the captain's log

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

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

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

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

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

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

crossed the very universe,
Traversed the Great
To find the one we call Zog
Is... cleaning... our

Zog: You got any change? change?
Oderus: Balsac! Lock turret on target!
Is that, is that an order?
Oderus: Oh, no, no, uh... More a suggestion.
Balsac: You just 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 space
Balsac: Oh. What's wrong him?
(Sigh) He's fucked.
Zog: Argh! You got any change? Space
Oderus: You think maybe you wanna go ahead and, uh, lock that plasma turret on target
Yo! Your windshield needs a squeegie!
Balsac: Yeah, I guess... I you're right.
You got a lot of bird shit all over it!
Balsac: plasma turret. On target.
Thank you. Thank you.