Luyện nghe bài hát Total Ringo

That's clean, this mild and meek
I could it with a poker, no danger for a weekend
It opens its mouth, there's no words, a squeak
I can it with a poker, no joker for a weekday

Bing bong, the
Bing bong, no
Here a sweet freak

How many fools do you get in the
Of an English county
All the going on inside your bill bong
There's no room, it's just pure art

You try very hard to get right
To imitate some of life form
A of fact, without any tact
You can go on back you, you have been burn

Bing bong, no
bong, the sweet freak

Diggers mothers, on the cooker
Get the hillbillies , set out to bugger
Sweet pen and ink
How do you make a bulldog

Happy Christmas, I said, not to then
Christmas, when's it's next week then
And you swear, you naughty
What in your bed, is got to be a geek Ted

bong, the weekday
Bing bong, no

How fools do you get in the schools
Of an English [Incomprehensible]?
All the things going on inside built bomb
no room, it's just pure art room

freak, pen and ink
How do we get these dogs to think?
Sweet pen and ink
It's dangerous to let the dink in

Chopper up, cooker, me some smother
I can't stand the thought of the dwarf a mother

Is this love, man, it's hate
If you put it on the table, be to late
Is this love, man? No, pure hate
It be more simple, it's there on a plate

Is love man? No it ain't
Is love, man? No, it's pure hate
Is love, man?