Luyện nghe bài hát Zzzonked

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

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

Instead of staring at your Stella desperately for
Belt up and quiver at your
I ain't anything that could be construed as an apology
another case study for anthropology

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