Luyện nghe bài hát C'n'c-s Mithering

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was cash 'n' carry house dance
In Lancashire A
In King Nat Ltd.
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The scene here
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 secret of their
Is...
All the English
Act like with free milk
On a
On a route to the
To mountain
Five wacky English proletariat
Californians think of sex
Or think of
Five girl deaths
A Mexico revenge, it's land
They 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 Faust with
Hydrochloric shaved
[Applause from audience at Cyprus ]
This was going to be crap rap fourteen,
but it's now Mithering.
The things drain you off and drive you off the hinge.
Boils, socks, the ceilings collapse.
The Sunday morning lawn mower,
the upstairs Jewish girl damn hoovering, with cig
withdrawal.
She wants communal, fluent household.
I privacy.
The bastard dentist surgery,
Clip, clop, ring, knock,
mithering***
The estates stick up like
The estates up like stacks
The residents wild dogs
And on that bedroom closet top,
electric blanket
jonnies, demob pictures
To their children they
mithering
You think you've got it bad thin ties,
miserable songs synthesized, or circles A in the middle.
joke records, hang out with 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 joining 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 their tyres with matches to make them molten.
Ouch! Ouch!
They say I rip off 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.
tan horror in the mirror.
Spotty exterior a spotty interior.
He's not enemy.
He's not your enemy, his is not Harry.
The of Cash and Carry.