Luyện nghe bài hát Exquisite Corpse

Have you ever seen a
How an exquisite one?
Think Frankenstein's monster
Now think fun
You're it, good!
Johnny starts with a leg. I sew on an arm. you lend a hand
We add our piece
Now, what kind of beast we made?
Let's out!

[Verse 1:
I up Sunday to a bloodshot sky
Robot overlords by
Shoulda when we had the juice
 to try
And Bill the Science Guy told us "the end is Nye!"
Lately it's been getting harder survive
Since the started to
Ban American refugees from a damn part of the 
People's Republic of Antarctica
A bum begged me for a bill he could
Babbling some shit about "there's a tomorrow"
He said that "legend has it, still a Baja Grill and a Sbarro
at the top of
Kilimanjaro"
And so desperate, I set off from the out in Portland
Until my thirsty collapsed in the scorched sand
I to myself heart and soul
I'd crawl this dead world for those garlic rolls
2: Dumbfoundead]
Yo, kid, let go of the horse
Stop crying, need a Hop in my red Porsche
Eat something homie, you bony and frail
Now why the hell would you take the Oregon
Remember back in grade school, that stupid game?
You shoulda known better, now there's no one but you to
Dying of
Don't to the enemy
I'ma take you where the hive resistance be
Apparently a colony of people are out
A garden of veggies, even garlic they sprout there
Leader General Bieber who be shit down there
Found a way to end the drought, out the swimwear
Soon as we pulled up we heard noises
Children started dancing, grown folk joined in
Like a hydrant in the Bronx, water shot the air
But was boiling and as hot as flares

3: Grieves]
Ooowee, ain't that a
believed it til the first wave hit
The started shaking and the sky went red
(Mayday! been lost, Justin Bieber is dead)
No! God damn, one down
Colonies of people living the ground
Rallied against the clowns, a was born
They for mankind and the existence of porn (let's go!)
Back on the surface teeters
wild packs of North American beavers
Creepers and face feeders
Fearing the reaper
either gonna get eaten or beat with a pay meter
This is shit homie, dog eat dog
More robot clown eats man and whole squad
Graffiti on the says "there is no god"
But there is still homemade vodka, and cool

[Verse 4:
Homemade vodka, pour a shot up I swill it
I'm the person left who remembers how to distill it
It's the most popular in the underground economy
So I'm the most person in my underground colony
All the resistance leaders throw shots down
In my bar they fight the robot clowns
As of late been stressed and depressed
Cause the chances of us winning are less and less
We lost the of the human army
Morale is low and a lot of people are starving
I'm still how this all happened
Is even real or am I just on acid?
The are advancing down
I use the word "down" cause they're underground
that sound? It's kinda loud
Holy shit! There are right now!

[Verse 5: Vida]
down soldier, this is no time to be a fink
We can beat these clowns, okay, we just need to
I've lost ten men this week, I can't wink
But this the place on earth a guy can get a decent drink
So darned if we lose this bar to those zombie bastards
I'd rather starve be boozeless
So I put wire slabs on the fences
That buy us some time to plan our defenses
Pick up the chairs and cans off the floor
Stack em up on the front door to jam entrance
Ain't got grenades but we still be saved
I just found fifty diet coke and some breath mints
the trash cans to the brim with the cola
When the robots break in, toss the the soda
See the blast won't em but it'll get em wet certainly
It'll up their wiring and disrupt their circuitry
If it don't work though, my next plan cannot
We drink the after shot til we're too drunk to feel pain
Spark up a flame and the bottles that remain into Molotov cocktails
had it with you clowns, I've reached
my limit
You may have killed my captain, but I'm the
And I won't let you us
Wait just a
That no robot zombie, man, what the hell is it?!
[Verse 6: Rafael
Adam! Ahhh!
I didn't to scare ya
Dude, that's not a robot, just Iggy Azalea
Musta hid up in the bar to learn who we are
Then report back to the captain of the attackin my favorite rap stars
Oh shit, quick! Hit her some fuckin duck-tape
She to sing-rap & give us all some undercut fades
Lo-fi transmittin telepathic autotune
Help! She's my head and I don't think 
I am immune
Been repo-d, I think I'm in 
I am weeping at the seams
Forfeiting my of keepin the streets G code
Only way to outrun it is up on the track
Any and everyone get up and meddle
 it
Just the peddle into it
Now we taking the tempo and tunin it
Never gone let a lesser lemon it, so I'm inducing it
Doomin em all, I'm undoin it, im dippin
Who comin the kid? I'm out
to the dojo, Diggs got pistols hidden in his fro though
These robots think we're bitch, Diggs, gimme loko
And let me borrow your Jefferson robe bro, I'm postal
Bay boys bout to put this barrel into some blowholes

[Verse 7: Daveed
whoa whoa, hold up cash
You see I'm trimming my up
I heard all newly brainwashed rap chicks are really down to fuck
I comb the out the fro and they're sitting on the table
And there's two cheesesteaks out in a fully up LeSabre
I'm ready to on these haters, let's go
But you better drive cause you already
That apocalypse or not when I'm the wheel my black ass is sure
gonna get stopped
And we ain't got the time and the are expired
You know how it is, I am really not trying to die today, by cop or by a geek
Whoa, stop, lemme bottle up this kombucha I've been brewing on the porch
the backpack out the closet, it's got all of our passports
I've been planning this for a minute, seen the writing on the
If we survive and find a civilization got to know who we are
First we swoop us Chinaka in we need some muscle
Or reason, or anything other than our indiscriminate hustle
Then we through the hood real slow bumping something all of these monsters know
Like a Watsky song? Lo and behold, follow our car wherever we go
lead em out to Napa and let em gentrify that bitch up
Start the car—no, are not stopping for any swishers
Or a McFlurry, blood no time for that shit
Hold up, there go Nak right there, over. Ayo Nak, Ayo Nak, get in the car!

8: Chinaka Hodge]
Ay Raf get back
Make room for ya
fam,
give you this McShake and the end of
my Hansen
Now what the fuck you talking it's the the world?
I been on Pinterest to the end of
my curls
I mean the sky is always purple, people on vapors
I the Tribune been gone, I ain't gon read it in the papers
Nothing's all that different, been the for black women
When apocalyptic breakfast follows revelation
The been out
The water of flint
corpses laying where the bodies had been
No bombs over Baghdad, just with grenades
When life us citrus we learn to drop Lemonade
So fellas shall we get in formation?
Bump some pied piper R up out the this scraper
Do the end of the world styling in our and gators
these stupid mufuckas on a goose chase
Use whatever's up in my suitcase
I got a jones for this open road
And my flow so cold we don't AC
I popped fo' no doze, I'll this formal prose
Bet you Butler knows how to make us
A Lauren in Trumped up world
A magic woman still being called girl
But the only constant is change
So let's get the and leave up out our bay homes
Got the kit and six gallons of gas
Got in the driver and Raf in the back
Got this passenger seat
and the last of these
Go north Daveed, just gun it til country
Do it moving like turfin with iDummy
It's the bay we learned as natives gon keep us safe
It's the forty water and an instrumental tap, let's go
get tired behind us
I half of em hybrid but most of them wind-ups
We got nothing but we got nothing but time
I got new beats and Music of My Mind
Nothing in Napa but the scent of the grapes
No palate-cleansing tapas for discriminate
Nothing in Calistoga but one popped bubble
We got two dudes and just one Nak, trouble
Like how the hell we humanity
The two of y'all and me that's actual insanity
Like eww, really gross guys
like, not Diggs, and not Rafa
Not nobody else, just it styling in wine country with nothing else

9: Watsky]
Red red wine, I don't to die!
I hum under my breath as I fight death in the depths of the bunker
I was confounded when I to after Dumbfoundead
Brought me to the battered base underground we hunkered down the summer
But then winter came and the flame that we tended to to nothing
And the few of us living resorted to burning cadavers tinder and lumber
We bickered and our wickedness hit a peak in our hunger
Sickened we each other
Pickpocketed the and we plundered
A visitor from the surface stole a garlic roll Dave and Busters
And I butchered the buster in his sleep to lick his fingers for butter
But it kind of gave me indigestion I confess and the pipes ruptured 
from my
Lungs punctured when stuck me with the sharped end of my plunger
Now it's me and Grieves in a shallow
Next to J and Azalea's 
pale humungous butt
That I rest my head upon for my perpetual
We frail and kvetch and wail
It's curtains, my days are
And I'm to pain, yet one remaining certainty gives me comfort
I made a yelling my opinions loudly
Thinking I might matter if I a crowd, see
Now, my lily on Iggy's chilly cheeks
I finally see the future will be fine
me
Nothing is to be mine
I'm a token of a time
And maybe there's survivors on the surface in LeSabres on
sipping red, red wine