Luyện nghe bài hát Yes I Am An Alien

Bam! explode, just like I were a bomb
flying over Vietnam high my Uncle Tom.
Or sitting in a having a sip of tea,
a parrot sings a song in the minor key of C,
to me, so we will see,
this neurotic harmony develops sonically.
I'll be writing my plan out a needle,
I'll make you and shout and think I was Beatle.
Lennon or Stalin in a car that won't start,
if Volvo is stallin' then you need to learn the art
of mechanics. panic, even though I'm galvanic!
I'm the non-Hispanic on the Mexican Titanic.
My go round and round, just like a carousel,
coming out my BR-8, I was William Tell.
If you haven't my name, I hope it rings a bell,
because I'm the guy
who what happened at Roswell.

Yes I'm an alien, I from outer space.
Yes I'm an alien, I'm going to this place.

people say I'm not funny, I say okay,
I sell records here, I'm huge in the UK.
British people me to keep rocking on,
you might have me down in London
rocking heads this song.
I was sad I found out about Santa Claus,
so I made like Tim Allen and some local laws.
I way up north and grew a beard,
now relatives and friends think I'm of weird.
But did you think I was heretic when I danced in that
an unemployed crustacean chewing on a birch?
I'm to shark meat and books by Mark Twain
and eating Novocain shipped the Ukraine.
My not Matthew, but thanks for asking!
I live in California, I'm not Alaskan.
But okay, what can I say?
My real home is actually years away.

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You poetry? Go read Robert Frost,
the in hip-hop is essentially lost,
like a tearful pallbearer a body,
or a giant Care Bare acting snotty.
Where can it go? I just know,
but check out funky alphabet flow:
it's A-B-C-D-E-F-G-
H-I-J-K-L-M-N-O-P, and ICP on LSD
or ABC or MTV or the new PC
you got for from
City in Albuquerque.
I be the VIP MC on CD,
the name's MC Horris, as you can see.
So do I start, and where do I begin?
Yo, it's tough to be a fresh alien.

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