Luyện nghe bài hát C'n'c-s Mithering

Three
months
Three
months
A
A
To explain
First was 'n' carry house dance
In they're A
In King Nat Ltd.
Save is there
The started here
Then was
Then was
We there
Big A&M was there**
His offices had air
But his was mediocre
US purge, rock 'n' pop
material's filched
And the secret of their
Is...
All the groups
Act like peasants with milk
On a
On a to the loot
To mountain
Five wacky English idiots
Californians always of sex
Or think of
Five hundred deaths
A Mexico revenge, it's land
really get it off on
"Don't me please"
fill the TVs
And the secret of lives
Is S.E.X..
I dreams, I can see
Carloads of Nazis
Like Faust with
Hydrochloric weirds
[Applause from audience at Tavern ]
This was going to be crap rap fourteen,
but now Stop Mithering.
The that drain you off and drive you off the hinge.
Boils, dirty socks, the collapse.
The Sunday morning lawn mower,
the upstairs girl damn hoovering, with valium cig
withdrawal.
She communal, fluent flat household.
I privacy.
The dentist doctors surgery,
Clip, clop, ring, knock,
mithering***
The estates stick up like
The estates stick up stacks
The residents keep dogs
And on that father's bedroom top,
electric boxes
jonnies, demob pictures
To their they sing
Stop
You think you've got it bad with ties,
miserable synthesized, or circles with A in the middle.
Make joke records, hang out with Bushell,
Join round table. "I like single yer great!"
A of low IQ's.
are three rules of audience.
My acquaintances, go soft, go places,
on company expenses.
I lose humor, become barbed, righteous, don't know it.
The smart hedonists, same as last verse, allusions
H in electronics, on stage histrionics,
Corpse 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 stock thing.
So mithering.
Engineers up for cars.
I try to let down their tyres with to make them molten.
Ouch! Ouch!
say I rip off Johnny Rotten
They always for more pay.
say "See yer mate..Yeh...see yer mate"
To mothers they sing
mithering
Even the penile tissue test.
He out for sex.
He magazine contest.
White tan in the mirror.
exterior hides a spotty interior.
He's not enemy.
He's not your enemy, his is not Harry.
The of Cash and Carry.