Luyện nghe bài hát C'n'c-s Mithering

Three
months
Three
Three
A
A
To explain
First was 'n' carry house dance
In Lancashire A
In King Nat Ltd.
Kwik Save is
The scene started
Then was
Then was
We there
Big A&M was there**
His had fresh air
But his rota was
US purge, 'n' pop filth
material's filched
And the of their lives
Is...
All the groups
Act like with free milk
On a
On a route to the
To mountain
Five wacky English proletariat
Californians always of sex
Or of death
hundred girl deaths
A revenge, it's stolen land
really get it off on
"Don't me please"
Rapist the TVs
And the of their lives
Is S.E.X..
I dreams, I can see
Carloads of negro
Like with beards
Hydrochloric weirds
from audience at Cyprus Tavern ]
This was going to be crap rap fourteen,
but now Stop Mithering.
The things drain you off and drive you off the hinge.
Boils, socks, the ceilings collapse.
The morning loud lawn mower,
the upstairs Jewish damn hoovering, with valium cig
withdrawal.
She wants communal, flat household.
I privacy.
The dentist doctors surgery,
Clip, clop, ring, knock,
mithering***
The estates stick up stacks
The estates stick up like
The residents keep wild
And on that bedroom closet top,
electric blanket
jonnies, demob pictures
To children they sing
Stop
You you've got it bad with thin ties,
songs synthesized, or circles with A in the middle.
Make joke records, hang out Gary Bushell,
Join round table. "I like single yer great!"
A of low IQ's.
There are rules of audience.
My acquaintances, go soft, go places,
on record expenses.
I lose humor, manners barbed, righteous, don't know it.
The smart hedonists, same as last verse, with
H in electronics, on false histrionics,
mauling dicks, pose to a good film, him, him
Stop
I'm not conventional rock band.
The conventional is experimental, the is now
experimental,
And is no way noble, and I'm no chock thing.
So mithering.
save up for cars.
I try to let down their tyres with matches to them molten.
Ouch! Ouch!
They say I rip off Rotten
They always for more pay.
say "See yer mate..Yeh...see yer mate"
To their mothers sing
Stop
Even the drowned penile test.
He out for sex.
He magazine contest.
White tan in the mirror.
exterior hides a spotty interior.
He's not enemy.
not your enemy, his name is not Harry.
The of Cash and Carry.