Luyện nghe bài hát C'n'c-s Mithering

Three
months
Three
Three
A
A
To explain
First was cash 'n' carry dance
In they're A
In King Nat Ltd.
Save is there
The started here
Then was
Then was
We there
Big A&M Herb was
His offices had air
But his rota was
US purge, rock 'n' pop
Their material's
And the of their lives
Is...
All the groups
Act like peasants with free
On a
On a route to the
To candy
Five wacky English idiots
Californians always of sex
Or of death
Five hundred girl
A revenge, it's 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
of negro Nazis
Like Faust beards
Hydrochloric shaved
from audience at Cyprus Tavern ]
This was going to be called rap fourteen,
but now Stop Mithering.
The things that you off and drive you off the hinge.
Boils, socks, the ceilings collapse.
The morning loud lawn mower,
the upstairs Jewish damn hoovering, with valium cig
withdrawal.
She wants communal, fluent household.
I privacy.
The bastard doctors surgery,
Clip, clop, ring, knock,
mithering***
The estates stick up stacks
The estates stick up like
The residents keep wild
And on father's bedroom closet top,
electric boxes
Surplus jonnies, pictures
To children they sing
mithering
You think got it bad with thin ties,
miserable synthesized, or circles with A in the middle.
Make joke records, hang out Gary Bushell,
round table. "I like your single yer great!"
A of low IQ's.
are three rules of audience.
My acquaintances, go soft, go places,
on record expenses.
I lose humor, manners become barbed, righteous, know it.
The smart hedonists, same as last verse, allusions
H in electronics, on false histrionics,
Corpse dicks, pose to a good film, him, him
mithering
I'm not conventional 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 down their tyres matches to make 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 they sing
mithering
Even the drowned tissue test.
He out for sex.
He magazine contest.
White tan in the mirror.
Spotty exterior a spotty interior.
not your enemy.
He's not enemy, his name is not Harry.
The secret of and Carry.