Luyện nghe bài hát Yes I Am An Alien

Bam! I'll explode, just like I a bomb
flying Vietnam high with my Uncle Tom.
Or in a cabin having a sip of tea,
while a parrot sings a in the minor key of C,
to inspire me, so we see,
this neurotic harmony that sonically.
I'll be writing my plan out a needle,
I'll make you twist and shout and I was Beatle.
Like Lennon or Stalin in a car 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 heard my name, I hope it a bell,
because I'm the guy
who knows what at Roswell.

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

Some say I'm not funny, I say okay,
I can't sell records here, I'm in the UK.
British tell me to keep rocking on,
you might have heard me in London
rocking heads with song.
I was sad when I out about Santa Claus,
so I made like Tim and broke some local laws.
I moved way up north and a beard,
now relatives and think I'm kind of weird.
But did you think I was heretic when I danced in that
like an unemployed crustacean on a birch?
I'm addicted to shark meat and by Mark Twain
and eating shipped from the Ukraine.
My name's not Matthew, but for asking!
I in California, because I'm not Alaskan.
But that's okay, can I say?
My real home is actually years away.

CHORUS

You want poetry? Go read Frost,
the in hip-hop is essentially lost,
a tearful pallbearer carrying a body,
or a giant pink Bare acting snotty.
Where can it go? I just know,
but check out this funky 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
Circuit in Albuquerque.
I be the VIP MC on CD,
the name's MC Horris, as you can see.
So where do I start, and where do I
Yo, tough to be a funky fresh alien.

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