Luyện nghe bài hát C'n'c-s Mithering

Three
months
Three
Three
A
A
To these
First was cash 'n' carry house
In they're A
In Nat Ltd. empire
Kwik Save is
The scene started
Then was
Then was
We went
Big A&M was there**
His had fresh air
But his rota was
US purge, 'n' pop filth
Their material's
And the of their lives
Is...
All the groups
Act like with free milk
On a
On a route to the
To candy
Five English proletariat idiots
Californians always of sex
Or think of
hundred girl deaths
A Mexico revenge, it's stolen
really get it off on
"Don't me please"
fill the TVs
And the secret of their
Is S.E.X..
I dreams, I can see
Carloads of Nazis
Like with beards
Hydrochloric shaved
[Applause from at Cyprus Tavern ]
was going to be called crap rap fourteen,
but it's now Mithering.
The things 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 wants communal, flat household.
I privacy.
The bastard doctors surgery,
Clip, clop, ring, knock,
mithering***
The estates stick up stacks
The estates up like stacks
The residents keep wild
And on that bedroom closet top,
blanket boxes
Surplus jonnies, demob
To children they sing
Stop
You you've got it bad with thin ties,
miserable songs synthesized, or with A in the middle.
Make joke records, hang out Gary Bushell,
Join table. "I like your single yer great!"
A of low IQ's.
There are three of audience.
My acquaintances, go soft, go places,
on company expenses.
I lose humor, manners barbed, righteous, don't know it.
The hedonists, same as last verse, allusions with
H in electronics, on false histrionics,
Corpse mauling dicks, 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 matches to them molten.
Ouch! Ouch!
say I rip off Johnny Rotten
They strike for more pay.
say "See yer mate..Yeh...see yer mate"
To their mothers sing
Stop
Even the drowned tissue test.
He out for sex.
He magazine contest.
White tan in the mirror.
Spotty hides a spotty interior.
not your enemy.
He's not your enemy, his is not Harry.
The of Cash and Carry.