Luyện nghe bài hát C'n'c-s Mithering

Three
Three
days
Three
A
A
To explain
First was 'n' carry house dance
In they're A
In Nat Ltd. empire
Kwik is there
The started here
was America
Then was
We went
Big A&M Herb was
His had fresh air
But his was mediocre
US purge, 'n' pop filth
Their filched
And the secret of their
Is...
All the English
Act like with free milk
On a
On a to the loot
To mountain
Five wacky English proletariat
Californians always of sex
Or think of
hundred girl deaths
A Mexico revenge, stolen land
They get it off on
"Don't me please"
fill the TVs
And the of their lives
Is S.E.X..
I dreams, I can see
Carloads of Nazis
Like with beards
Hydrochloric weirds
[Applause from audience at Tavern ]
was going to be called crap rap fourteen,
but now Stop Mithering.
The things that you off and drive you off the hinge.
Boils, socks, the ceilings collapse.
The Sunday morning lawn mower,
the upstairs Jewish girl damn hoovering, with cig
withdrawal.
She wants communal, flat household.
I privacy.
The bastard doctors surgery,
Clip, clop, ring, knock,
mithering***
The estates up like stacks
The stick up like stacks
The residents keep dogs
And on that bedroom closet top,
blanket boxes
Surplus jonnies, pictures
To their they sing
mithering
You think got it bad with thin ties,
miserable synthesized, or circles with A in the middle.
Make joke records, hang out with Bushell,
round table. "I like your single yer great!"
A of low IQ's.
are three rules of audience.
My acquaintances, go soft, go places,
on company expenses.
I humor, manners become barbed, righteous, don't know it.
The smart hedonists, same as verse, allusions with
H in electronics, on false histrionics,
Corpse mauling dicks, pose to a film, him, him
Stop
I'm not joining conventional band.
The conventional is experimental, the is now
experimental,
And is no way noble, and I'm no chock thing.
So mithering.
Engineers up for cars.
I try to let down their with matches to make them molten.
Ouch! Ouch!
They say I rip off Johnny
They strike for more pay.
say "See yer mate..Yeh...see yer mate"
To mothers they sing
Stop
the drowned penile tissue test.
He out for sex.
He enters contest.
tan horror in the mirror.
Spotty exterior hides a interior.
He's not enemy.
He's not your enemy, his is not Harry.
The secret of and Carry.