Luyện nghe bài hát Foxy Music

Quite time ago when I was younger
Maybe eight or
A friend of mine had met his
before his time

On a day out with his now
and having fun
A saw his head behind a wall
And for his gun

He was paranoid for had been
Chewing up his
And now he prayed for a
To behead the block

Now I know that's in the first place
But not the point of the song
And on pretty 'culiar day
The got it wrong

Sometimes I
my mind's on the blink
Then I look back to story
I see I do not need a

You see my had a full head of hair
The of ginger red
Now in the distance the looked
With a gun aimed at his

He put two plus two thinking
Red would fox
As he squeezed the I believe
he was totally off his box

Well my friend was rushed to
In an ambulance of
And his father had a attack
In the of disbelief

I think
That my on the blink
I look back to this story
I see I do not a shrink

Sometimes I
That my on the blink
Then I look to this story
I think I do not need a

Now there's a in this story
Although it a happy end
That just coz he's got red
mean that he's a fox
No, just coz he's got red
Doesn't mean he's a fox