Luyện nghe bài hát Exquisite Corpse

Have you ever a corpse?
How about an one?
about Frankenstein's monster
Now about fun
getting 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?
find out!

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

[Verse 3:
Ooowee, ain't a bitch?
Nobody believed it til the first hit
The ground started and the sky went red
(Mayday! Atlanta's been lost, Bieber is dead)
No! God damn, one down
Colonies of living under the ground
Rallied against the clowns, a was born
They fight for mankind and the existence of (let's go!)
Back on the life teeters
Avoiding wild packs of North American and face feeders
the great reaper
You're gonna get eaten or beat with a pay meter
is real shit homie, dog eat dog
More like robot clown eats man and whole
Graffiti on the says "there is no god"
But there is still vodka, and that's cool

4: Wax]
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 product in the economy
So I'm the popular person in my underground colony
All the resistance they throw shots down
In my bar after they fight the robot
As of late they've stressed and depressed
Cause the chances of us winning are less and less
We lost the captain of the army
is really low and a lot of people are starving
I'm still how this all happened
Is this real or am I just on acid?
The clowns are advancing
I use the word "down" cause they're underground
that sound? It's kinda loud
Holy shit! they are right now!

[Verse 5: Adam
Calm down soldier, this is no time to be a
We can beat these clowns, okay, we need to think
lost ten men this week, I can't sleep
a wink
But this the last place on earth a guy can get a drink
So darned if we this bar to those useless zombie bastards
I'd starve than be boozeless
So I put barbed slabs on the fences
That should buy us some time to our defenses
up the chairs and trash cans off the floor
Stack em up on the front door to jam up
the
Ain't got grenades but we might be saved
I just fifty diet coke cans and some breath mints
Fill the trash cans to the brim the cola
When the robots break in, the mints
in the soda
See the blast won't em but it'll get em wet certainly
mess up their wiring and disrupt their circuitry
If it don't though, my next plan cannot fail
We drink the vodka—shot shot til we're too drunk to feel pain
Spark up a flame and the bottles that remain into Molotov cocktails
I've had it with you clowns, I've limit
You may killed my captain, but I'm the lieutenant
And I won't let you us
just a minute
That no robot zombie, man, what the hell is it?!
[Verse 6: Casal]
Adam! Ahhh!
I didn't mean to ya
Dude, that's not a robot, it's just 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 with some duck-tape
She to sing-rap & give us all some undercut fades
Lo-fi transmittin telepathic autotune
Help! She's inside my head and I don't think 
I am
Been repo-d, I think I'm in deep 
I am weeping at the
Forfeiting my dreams of 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 ruin it, so I'm it
Doomin em all, I'm undoin it, im dippin
Who comin with the 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 robe bro, I'm goin postal
Bay boys to put this barrel into some fuckin blowholes

[Verse 7: Diggs]
whoa whoa, hold up cash
You see I'm my mustache up
I heard all these newly brainwashed rap are really down to fuck
I comb the out the fro and they're sitting on the table
And there's two out in a fully gassed up LeSabre
I'm to ride on these haters, let's go
But you drive cause you already know
That or not when I'm behind the wheel my black ass is sure
Enough gonna get
And we ain't got the time and the tags are
You know how it is, I am really not trying to die today, by cop or by a geek
Whoa, stop, lemme bottle up kombucha I've been brewing on the back 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 they've got to who we are
First we swoop us Chinaka in case we some muscle
Or reason, or anything other than our indiscriminate hustle
Then we roll through the hood real slow bumping something all of these know
Like a Watsky Lo and behold, they'll follow our car wherever we go
lead em out to Napa and let em gentrify that bitch up
Start the car—no, homie—we are not for any swishers
Or a McFlurry, blood there's no for that shit
Hold up, there go Nak right there, over. Ayo Nak, Ayo Nak, get in the car!

[Verse 8: Hodge]
Ay Raf get back
Make room for ya
fam,
I'll give you this McShake and the end of
my
Now the fuck you talking it's the end
of the world?
I been on Pinterest tending to the end of
my
I the sky is always purple, people running on vapors
I mean the Tribune been gone, I gon read it in the papers
Nothing's all that different, the same for black women
When apocalyptic follows revelation dinners
The been out
The water of flint
Exquisite corpses laying where the had been
No bombs over Baghdad, just drones with
When life gives us citrus we to drop Lemonade
So okay shall we get in formation?
some pied piper R up out the trunk this scraper
Do the end of the world styling in our fitteds and
Lure these mufuckas on a goose chase
Use whatever's already up in my
I got a jones for this open road
And my flow so cold we need AC
I popped fo' no doze, I'll read this prose
Bet you Butler knows how to make us
A Lauren in Trumped up world
A black woman still being called girl
But the only constant is change
So get the supplies and leave up out our bay homes
Got the kit and six gallons of gas
Got Diggs in the and Raf in the back
Got this passenger seat
and the last of sweets
Go Daveed, just gun it til wine country
Do it moving fluid like turfin iDummy
It's the bay moves we learned as natives gon us safe
It's the water water and an instrumental tap, let's go
They'll get behind us
I mean half of em hybrid but most of them
We got nothing but power we got nothing but
I got Kwudi's new beats and of My Mind
Nothing in Napa but the scent of the grapes
No palate-cleansing tapas for discriminate
Nothing left in Calistoga but one bubble
We got just two dudes and one Nak, trouble
Like how the hell we repopulate
The two of y'all and me that's like insanity
eww, that's really gross guys
It's like, not Diggs, and not
Not nobody else, doing it styling in wine country with nothing else

[Verse 9:
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 came to Dumbfoundead
Brought me to the battered base where we hunkered down the summer
But then winter came and the that we tended to flickered to nothing
And the few of us living resorted to burning cadavers like tinder and
We bickered bitterly and our hit a peak in our hunger
we hunted each other
Pickpocketed the weak and we
A visitor from the surface stole a roll from Dave and Busters
And I butchered the buster in his just to lick his fingers for butter
But it kind of gave me indigestion I confess and the pipes 
from my dung
Lungs punctured when Dumb stuck me the sharped end of my plunger
Now it's me and Grieves in a shallow
Next to J Biebs and Azalea's humungous butt
That I rest my head upon for my perpetual
We frail and wretched kvetch and
It's curtains, my days are
And I'm numb to pain, yet one remaining gives me comfort
I made a living yelling my loudly
Thinking I matter if I drew a crowd, see
Now, my lily cheek on Iggy's cheeks
I finally see the future will be fine
me
Nothing is entitled to be
I'm a of a broken time
And there's survivors on the surface in LeSabres working on
Tomorrow red, red wine