Luyện nghe bài hát Where Is Zog?

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(Where is Zog?) A face from the days of my youth
(Where is Zog?) me to behave in a manner uncouth
(Where is Zog?) How to kill child, how to dog
Somebody me: where the hell is Zog?

(Where is Zog?) Together we dove into of war
(Where is Zog?) and whacking through trenches of gore
(Where is Zog?) Spewing death and 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 from burning a synagogue
Possessions and his slaves 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 of the vernacular
I was one of many who begged to his collegian
They wouldn't just anyone unless you were Norwegian

is Zog? x8

I the Great Porno Cow
And became a
I defiled myself
And the captain's log

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

And then his eyes fell upon
They a hellish glow
It wasn't or hate, you see, it was,
Well, I know!

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

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

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

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

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

You got any change? Space change?
Oderus: Balsac! Lock turret on target!
Is that, is that 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.
Do you have any space change?
Balsac: Oh. What's wrong with
Oderus: (Sigh) fucked.
Argh! You got any change? Space change?
Oderus: You think maybe you wanna go and, uh, lock that plasma turret on target now?
Zog: Yo! Your needs a squeegie!
Balsac: Yeah, I guess... I guess right.
You got a lot of bird shit all over it!
Balsac: Locking turret. On target.
Oderus: you. Thank you.