Luyện nghe bài hát SING HARPY

The harpy was the
hair contained some red
Thin white
too good in bed.

He from the circus
Put her on Junior Time
Her father was much
Can't put why in line

And in the village
She was malice
She left the moors her
And the beige
her placky* bag
With blocks of cannabis.

She a lousy Wednesday
Turned it into Spring
She got by the minute
She sell you anything

And the morning
I was astonished
She gripped me a hawk
Her were quite famished

harpy
Sing
harpy
Give me