Luyện nghe bài hát Look At All Those Idiots

Smithers, on the surveillance cameras
Yes sir, worse than I thought
Each at nine, they trickle through the gates
They go early, they come in late

of cheap liquor they stumble through the day
Never a thought to honest work for honest pay
I it shouldn't vex me, I shouldn't take it hard
I know I should ignore capering with a kingly disregard, but

at all those idiots
Ooh, at all those boobs
An office of morons, a factory full of fools
Is it any wonder that I'm singing, singing the

They personal phone calls
On company
They Xerox buttocks
And who pays the dime

Their blatant wounds me
Their ingratitude
I long to lure them to my
And release the hounds

I shouldn't unsettled
When faced such abuse
I let it plague me
I shouldn't blow a

But, look at all idiots
Ooh, at all those boobs
An full of morons, a factory full of fools
Is it any wonder I'm singing, singing the blues

What happened? are the instruments?
I believe they call a breakdown, sir
I can't have any here
What if there was an around?

a guitar solo
Oh, I'm a out of practice, sir
I do it, so do it, do it, do it
Yes sir

Yes,
Well
All right, it's beginning to
be sufficient, Smithers

me?
I said that's
Oh, sir
Thought I had my mojo

That man by the
water, as if it's free
Oh, that's Simpson, sir
A from sector 7-G

Yes, well, call this to my office
And to watch the fun
If he's 6 when he enters
He'll be two when I'm done

It brings a ray of
To my unhappy
To make him before me
And slowly the knife

Look at all those
Ohh, at all those boobs
An full of morons, a factory full of fools
Is it any wonder, I'm singing, singing the blues

me home, sir
I'm

Surrounded by
Outnumbered by
An office of morons, a planet full of fools
Is it any wonder, I'm
you should be singing, sir, oh, singing the blues

(Look at all idiots)
Mr. Burns, you, you make Muddy Waters shallow and
(An full of morons)
Cheerful, by
Thank you,
but
(Is it any wonder)
Heartfelt

I feel I got a few things off my chest
And onto the chests of my
You do
(Look at all idiots)
Why are they playing?
(Office of morons)
They're not on salary, are they?
We're not validating parking, sir