Luyện nghe bài hát Yawn Yawn Yawn

One was a piper. One was a rat.
They decipher how it came to that.
And at the cockadoodle they crawled out of beds.
As if the rooster knew each rising they dread.

in a flurry.
Looking for hid in a ribcage back at the front line.
And when the sun is they crawl out of their skins.
They hear the moonlight calling them from mess they're in.

Take deep and waste sweet seconds.
The late day beckons, the day beckons.
And if you save it, it'll slip away, seven nights like Saturday.
Yawn, Yawn, Yawn, all long gone.
If we get lucky be dead by dawn.
So get-get-get-get-get-get-get-get-get it on!
I wanna it on!

Charging the and missing the mark.
Blinded by but drafting an arc.
I've got a million dollars made of ten million dimes paid for ten failures of others' good advice.