Luyện nghe bài hát Exquisite Corpse

Have you ever seen a
How an exquisite one?
Think Frankenstein's monster
Now think fun
You're it, good!
starts with a leg. I sew on an arm. Then you lend a hand
We add our piece
Now, what kind of beast have we
Let's out!

1: Watsky]
I up Sunday to a bloodshot sky
overlords goosestep by
Shoulda listened we had the juice
 to try
And Bill the Guy told us that "the end is Nye!"
Lately it's been harder to
 survive
Since the started 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 shit "there's still a tomorrow"
He said that "legend has it, there's 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 collapsed in the sand
I promised to myself heart and
I'd crawl across this world for those garlic rolls
2: Dumbfoundead]
Yo, kid, let go of the dead
Stop crying, a ride? Hop in my red Porsche
Eat something homie, you bony and frail
Now why the hell would you take the Oregon
Remember in grade school, that stupid computer game?
You shoulda better, now there's no one but you to blame
Dying of
climb to the enemy
I'ma take you underground the hive resistance be
Apparently a colony of are out there
A full of veggies, even garlic they sprout there
Leader General Bieber who be running shit down
Found a way to end the drought, out the swimwear
Soon as we pulled up we heard noises
Children started dancing, even grown joined in
Like a hydrant in the Bronx, shot up
in the air
But was boiling and as hot as flares

[Verse 3:
Ooowee, that a bitch?
Nobody it til the first wave hit
The started shaking and the sky went red
(Mayday! Atlanta's been lost, Justin is dead)
No! God damn, one down
of people living under the ground
Rallied against the clowns, a resistance was
They fight for and the existence of porn (let's go!)
Back on the surface teeters
Avoiding wild of North American beavers
Creepers and face feeders
Fearing the great
You're either gonna get eaten or with a pay meter
is real shit homie, dog eat dog
More robot clown eats man and whole squad
on the wall says "there is no god"
But there is homemade vodka, and that's cool

[Verse 4:
Homemade vodka, pour a shot up then I it
I'm the only left who remembers how to distill it
It's the popular product in the underground economy
So I'm the most person in my underground colony
All the leaders 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 lost the captain of the human
Morale is low and a lot of people are starving
I'm still how this all happened
Is this even real or am I just on
The clowns are down
I use the word "down" cause they're coming
Wait—what's that sound? kinda loud
shit! There they are right now!

[Verse 5: Adam
Calm down soldier, this is no to be a fink
We can beat these clowns, okay, we need to think
I've lost ten men this week, I can't sleep
a
But the last place on earth a guy can get a decent drink
So darned if we lose this bar to those useless bastards
I'd rather than be boozeless
So I put wire slabs on the fences
That buy us some time to plan 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 found fifty diet coke cans and some mints
Fill the cans to the brim with the cola
the robots break in, toss the mints
in the soda
See the won't hurt em but it'll get em wet certainly
It'll mess up wiring and disrupt their circuitry
If it don't work though, my next plan cannot
We the vodka—shot after 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
Wait a minute
That no robot zombie, man, what the hell is it?!
[Verse 6: Rafael
Adam! Ahhh!
I didn't mean to ya
Dude, that's not a robot, it's Iggy Azalea
hid up in the bar to learn about who we are
Then report back to the captain of the folks my favorite rap stars
Oh shit, quick! Hit her with some fuckin
She came to sing-rap & us all some undercut fades
beats transmittin telepathic autotune
Help! She's inside my head and I don't think am immune
Been repo-d, I think I'm in deep 
I am at the seams
Forfeiting my dreams of keepin the streets G
Only way to outrun it is up on the track
Any and get up and meddle
 mean it
puttin the peddle into it
Now we over the tempo and tunin it
Never gone let a lesser ruin it, so I'm inducing it
em all, I'm undoin it, deuces im dippin
Who comin with the I'm out
Headed to the dojo, Diggs got pistols in his fro though
robots think we're bitch, Diggs, gimme some loko
And let me borrow your robe bro, I'm goin postal
Bay boys to put this barrel into some fuckin blowholes

7: Daveed Diggs]
Whoa whoa whoa, up cash
You see I'm my mustache up
I heard all these brainwashed rap chicks are really down to fuck
I comb the out the fro and they're sitting on the table
And there's two cheesesteaks out in a gassed up LeSabre
I'm ready to ride on haters, let's go
But you drive cause you already know
apocalypse or not when I'm behind the wheel my black ass is sure
Enough gonna get
And we ain't got the and the tags are expired
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
Grab the backpack out the closet, it's got all of our
I've been planning this for a minute, seen the writing on the
If we and find a civilization they've got to know who we are
First we swoop us Chinaka in case we need some
Or some reason, or anything than our indiscriminate hustle
Then we roll through the hood real slow bumping all of these monsters know
a Watsky song? Lo and behold, they'll follow our car wherever we go
Let's lead em out to and let em gentrify that bitch up
Start the car—no, homie—we are not stopping for any
Or a McFlurry, blood there's no time for shit
Hold up, there go Nak there, pull over. Ayo Nak, Ayo Nak, get in the car!

8: Chinaka Hodge]
Ay Raf get back
Make for ya
fam, friend
give you this McShake and the end of
my Hansen
Now what the fuck you talking it's the end
of the
I been on Pinterest tending to the end of
my
I mean the sky is purple, people running on vapors
I mean the Tribune gone, I ain't gon read it in the papers
Nothing's all that different, been the same for black
When apocalyptic breakfast revelation dinners
The lights out
The water of flint
Exquisite corpses laying where the bodies had
No bombs over Baghdad, just drones with
When life gives us we learn to drop Lemonade
So fellas shall we get in formation?
Bump pied piper R up out the trunk this scraper
Do the end of the world styling in our fitteds and
Lure these stupid on a goose chase
Use whatever's up in my suitcase
I got a whole jones for this open
And my flow so we don't need AC
I popped fo' no doze, I'll read formal prose
Bet you Butler knows how to make us
A Lauren Olamina in up world
A black magic woman still called girl
But the only is change holmes
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 these
Go north Daveed, just gun it til country
Do it moving fluid like with 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 but time
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 but one popped bubble
We got two dudes and just one Nak, trouble
Like how the hell we repopulate
The two of y'all and me that's actual insanity
Like eww, that's really guys
It's like, not Diggs, and not
Not nobody else, just doing it styling in wine country with nothing

[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
me to the battered base underground where we hunkered down the summer
But winter came and the flame that we tended to flickered to nothing
And the few of us resorted to burning cadavers like tinder and lumber
We bickered bitterly and our wickedness hit a peak in our
Sickened we hunted other
the weak and we plundered
A visitor from the surface stole a garlic roll from and Busters
And I butchered the buster in his sleep just to lick his fingers for
But it kind of gave me indigestion I and the pipes ruptured 
from my dung
Lungs punctured when stuck me with the sharped end of my plunger
Now it's me and Grieves in a grave
Next to J Biebs and Azalea's 
pale butt
That I my head upon for my perpetual slumber
We frail and kvetch and wail
It's curtains, my are numbered
And I'm numb to pain, yet one remaining gives me comfort
I made a yelling my opinions loudly
I might 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 to be mine
I'm a token of a broken
And maybe there's survivors on the surface in working on
sipping red, red wine