Luyện nghe bài hát Exquisite Corpse

Have you ever a corpse?
How about an exquisite
Think about monster
Now about fun
getting it, good!
Johnny starts a leg. I sew on an arm. Then you lend a hand
We add our piece
Now, kind of beast have we made?
find out!

[Verse 1:
I woke up to a bloodshot sky
Robot goosestep by
Shoulda when we had the juice
 to try
And Bill the Science Guy told us "the end is Nye!"
Lately it's getting harder to
 survive
Since the Hive to
Ban American refugees being a damn part of the 
People's Republic of Antarctica
A bum me for a bill he could borrow
Babbling some about "there's still a tomorrow"
He said that "legend has it, still a Baja Grill and a Sbarro
at the top of
Kilimanjaro"
And so desperate, I set off the deserts out in Portland
Until my thirsty horse in the scorched sand
I promised to myself and soul
I'd crawl across this world for those garlic rolls
[Verse 2:
Yo, kid, let go of the horse
Stop crying, need a ride? Hop in my red
Eat homie, you look bony and frail
Now why the hell would you take the Trail?
Remember in grade school, that stupid computer game?
You shoulda known better, now there's no one but you to
Dying of
Don't to the enemy
I'ma take you where the hive resistance be
Apparently a colony of people are out
A garden full of veggies, garlic they sprout there
Leader Bieber who be running shit down there
Found a way to end the drought, bring out the
as we pulled up we heard drilling noises
Children started dancing, even grown joined in
Like a in the Bronx, water shot up
in the air
But was boiling and as hot as flares

[Verse 3:
Ooowee, that a bitch?
Nobody believed it til the first hit
The ground shaking and the sky went red
(Mayday! been lost, Justin Bieber is dead)
No! God damn, another one
Colonies of people living the ground
Rallied against the clowns, a resistance was
They for mankind and the existence of porn (let's go!)
on the surface life teeters
Avoiding wild packs of North American beavers
Creepers and feeders
Fearing the great
either gonna get eaten or beat with a pay meter
This is shit homie, dog eat dog
More like robot eats man and whole squad
Graffiti on the wall "there is no god"
But there is still vodka, and that's cool

[Verse 4:
Homemade vodka, pour a shot up then I it
I'm the only person left who remembers how to it
It's the most popular product in the economy
So I'm the most popular person in my 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 becoming and less
We the captain of the human army
Morale is really low and a lot of are starving
I'm wondering 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 coming
Wait—what's that sound? kinda loud
Holy shit! There are right now!

5: Adam Vida]
Calm soldier, this is no time to be a fink
We can beat these clowns, okay, we just need to
I've lost ten men this week, I can't wink
But this the place on earth a guy can get a decent drink
So darned if we lose this bar to useless zombie bastards
I'd rather starve than be
So I put barbed wire slabs on the
That should buy us some to plan our defenses
Pick up the and trash cans off the floor
em up on the front door to jam up
the entrance
Ain't got grenades but we still be saved
I just found diet coke cans and some breath mints
Fill the cans to the brim with the cola
the robots break in, toss the mints
in the soda
See the blast hurt em but it'll get em wet certainly
It'll mess up their wiring and disrupt their
If it don't work though, my next cannot fail
We drink the vodka—shot shot til we're too drunk to feel pain
Spark up a flame and turn the bottles that remain into cocktails
I've had it with you clowns, I've reached
my
You may have killed my captain, but I'm the
And I let you terrorize us
just a minute
That ain't no robot zombie, man, what the is it?!
[Verse 6: Casal]
Adam! Ahhh!
I didn't mean to ya
Dude, that's not a robot, just Iggy Azalea
Musta hid up in the bar to about who we are
report back to the captain of the folks attackin my favorite rap stars
Oh shit, quick! Hit her with some fuckin
She came to sing-rap & give us all some undercut
beats transmittin telepathic autotune
Help! She's inside my head and I don't think 
I am
Been repo-d, I think I'm in 
I am weeping at the seams
my dreams of keepin the streets G code
Only way to outrun it is doublin up on the
Any and everyone get up and mean it
Just puttin the peddle it
Now we taking the tempo and tunin it
gone let a lesser lemon ruin it, so I'm inducing it
Doomin em all, I'm undoin it, im dippin
Who comin the kid? I'm out
to the dojo, Diggs got pistols hidden in his fro though
These robots think bitch, Diggs, gimme some loko
And let me borrow your Jefferson robe bro, I'm goin
Bay boys bout to put this barrel into fuckin blowholes

7: Daveed Diggs]
Whoa whoa whoa, hold up
You see I'm trimming my up
I heard all these newly brainwashed rap chicks are really down to
I the pistols out the fro and they're sitting on the table
And there's two out in a fully gassed up LeSabre
I'm ready to ride on haters, let's go
But you better cause you already know
That apocalypse or not when I'm behind the wheel my ass is sure
gonna get stopped
And we ain't got the time and the tags are
You how it is, I am really not trying to die today, by cop or by a geek robot
Whoa, stop, lemme bottle up kombucha I've been brewing on the back porch
Grab the backpack out the closet, it's got all of our
I've been planning for a minute, seen the writing on the walls
If we survive and a civilization they've got to know who we are
First we swoop us Chinaka in we need some muscle
Or some reason, or anything other our indiscriminate hustle
Then we roll through the hood real slow bumping something all of monsters know
a Watsky song? Lo and behold, they'll follow our car wherever we go
Let's lead em out to Napa and let em gentrify bitch up
the car—no, homie—we are not stopping for any swishers
Or a McFlurry, there's no time for that shit
Hold up, go Nak right there, pull over. Ayo Nak, Ayo Nak, get in the car!

8: Chinaka Hodge]
Ay Raf get back
Make for ya
fam, friend
I'll give you this McShake and the end of
my
Now what the fuck you it's the end
of the world?
I been on Pinterest to the end of
my curls
I mean the sky is purple, people running on vapors
I mean the Tribune been gone, I gon read it in the papers
Nothing's all that different, been the same for women
apocalyptic breakfast follows revelation dinners
The been out
The water of flint
Exquisite laying where the bodies had been
No bombs over Baghdad, drones with grenades
When gives us citrus we learn to drop Lemonade
So okay fellas shall we get in
Bump some pied R up out the trunk this scraper
Do the end of the world in our fitteds and gators
Lure these stupid mufuckas on a goose
Use whatever's already up in my
I got a whole jones for this open
And my so cold we don't need AC
I popped fo' no doze, read this formal prose
Bet you Butler how to make us free
A Lauren in Trumped up world
A black woman still being called girl
But the constant is change holmes
So let's get the supplies and leave up out our bay
Got the kit and six gallons of gas
Got Diggs in the driver and Raf in the
Got this seat
and the last of these sweets
Go north Daveed, gun it til wine country
Do it moving fluid turfin with iDummy
It's the bay moves we learned as natives gon keep us
It's the forty water water and an instrumental tap, go
They'll get behind us
I mean of em hybrid but most of them wind-ups
We got nothing but we got nothing but time
I got new beats and Music of My Mind
Nothing left in but the scent of the grapes
No palate-cleansing for discriminate taste
Nothing in Calistoga but one popped bubble
We got just two dudes and just one Nak,
Like how the hell we humanity
The two of y'all and me that's actual insanity
Like eww, that's gross guys
It's like, not Diggs, and not
Not nobody else, just it styling in wine country with nothing else

[Verse 9:
Red red wine, I want to die!
I hum under my breath as I fight death in the depths of the bunker
I was confounded when I came to after
Brought me to the battered base underground where we hunkered down the
But then winter came and the flame we tended to flickered to nothing
And the few of us living resorted to burning cadavers like and lumber
We bickered and our wickedness hit a peak in our hunger
we hunted each other
Pickpocketed the and we plundered
A visitor from the surface stole a garlic roll from and Busters
And I butchered the buster in his sleep to lick his fingers for butter
But it kind of gave me indigestion I confess and the pipes 
from my dung
Lungs punctured Dumb stuck me with the sharped end of my plunger
Now it's me and in a shallow grave
Next to J Biebs and Azalea's 
pale humungous
I rest my head upon for my perpetual slumber
We frail and wretched kvetch and
It's curtains, my days are
And I'm numb to pain, yet one certainty gives me comfort
I made a living yelling my opinions
Thinking I might if I drew a crowd, see
Now, my lily cheek on Iggy's chilly finally see the future will be fine
me
Nothing is entitled to be
I'm a token of a time
And there's survivors on the surface in LeSabres working on
sipping red, red wine