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

(Where is Zog?) Together we into oceans of war
(Where is Zog?) and whacking through trenches of gore
(Where is Zog?) Spewing 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 captive slaves were part of his booty
He took to the Emperor; he always 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 to join his collegian
They wouldn't take just anyone unless you Norwegian

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Zog: You got any change? Space
Oderus: Balsac! plasma turret on target!
Balsac: Is that, is an order?
Oderus: Oh, no, no, uh... like a suggestion.
Balsac: You can't just order me to do things. Just 'cause you're louder me doesn't make you the boss.
Oderus: Uh, yeah, but, uh, you know, it out.
Zog: Do you have any space
Balsac: Oh. What's wrong with
(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! windshield needs a squeegie!
Yeah, I guess... I guess you're right.
Zog: You got a lot of bird all over it!
Locking plasma turret. On target.
Oderus: you. Thank you.