Luyện nghe bài hát Zzzonked

Mate, I'm zonked spent
I I'm gonna give my eyes up for lent
I'll use my sockets to stones instead
And with an icy cold stare, I'll hide bones in bed

Mate, please accept invitation, so I can take you away
'Cause there's a one in forty chance
That asteroid Apophis collide
With the in less than twenty years, oh my god
Roll up for the knees up

Instead of at your Stella desperately for inspiration
Belt up and quiver at indignation
I ain't saying anything that could be as an apology
There's another case for anthropology

I know, let's announce embargos and denounce our far
Ingrowing egos a he knows
It's distance that separates us
Or are we really all ethnocentric-ally