Luyện nghe bài hát C'n'c-s Mithering

Three
Three
days
Three
A
A
To these
was cash 'n' carry house dance
In Lancashire A
In King Nat Ltd.
Kwik Save is
The scene here
was America
Then was
We went
Big A&M was there**
His offices had air
But his was mediocre
US purge, 'n' pop filth
Their material's
And the secret of their
Is...
All the groups
Act like with free milk
On a
On a route to the
To candy
Five wacky proletariat idiots
Californians always of sex
Or think of
Five hundred girl
A Mexico revenge, stolen land
really get it off on
"Don't me please"
Rapist the TVs
And the secret of their
Is S.E.X..
I dreams, I can see
Carloads of Nazis
Like with beards
Hydrochloric shaved
from audience at Cyprus Tavern ]
This was going to be called rap fourteen,
but it's now Mithering.
The things that you off and drive you off the hinge.
Boils, dirty socks, the collapse.
The Sunday loud lawn mower,
the upstairs girl damn hoovering, with valium cig
withdrawal.
She communal, fluent flat household.
I privacy.
The bastard doctors surgery,
Clip, clop, ring, knock,
mithering***
The estates stick up stacks
The estates stick up stacks
The residents wild dogs
And on that father's bedroom top,
electric blanket
Surplus jonnies, pictures
To their children sing
mithering
You think you've got it bad thin ties,
miserable synthesized, or circles with A in the middle.
joke records, hang out with Gary Bushell,
Join table. "I like your 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, become barbed, righteous, don't know it.
The smart hedonists, same as verse, allusions with
H in electronics, on stage histrionics,
Corpse dicks, pose to a good film, him, him
mithering
I'm not conventional rock band.
The is experimental, the conventional is now
experimental,
And is no way noble, and I'm no stock 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 strike for pay.
say "See yer mate..Yeh...see yer mate"
To their mothers sing
Stop
Even the penile tissue test.
He out for sex.
He enters contest.
tan horror in the mirror.
Spotty hides a spotty interior.
not your enemy.
He's not enemy, his name is not Harry.
The of Cash and Carry.