Luyện nghe bài hát Bloik!

Yaaaaaaaaaw!
Dick Head was a pratt, he a Skoda with extra lamps on,
dickin' prattin',
Looked like a tampon.
to chat the birds up,
He'd end up bleedin',
It's tough you come from Bollington,
all the interbreeding.
in the evening,
in his bitter.
"Excuse me Mrs. Woman, do you it up the shitter?"
Guess in the pint pot?
ten in the dick,
It's best to those glasses off when your chatting up Stez Styx.
Do you fancy out on a bastard,
An' us a couple of beers?
She said, "I'd sit on me finger,
Or go and have a smear."
Bloik.
So Dick went to Soho,
And he for a 69,
"Gissus the up front love,
better not waste me time."
The had had beans for dinner,
She up his nose,
He said, "I'm not knacker's head for sixty-nine of those!"
Do you fancy out on a bastard,
Do you want packet of crisps?
Or what about a bag of scatchings?
Do you if I just weigh up your tits...
Whheey!
Metal.
Do you going out on a bastard,
An' buying us a couple of
She said, "I'd sit on me finger,
Or go and have a smear."
Bloik.