Luyện nghe bài hát C'n'c-s Mithering

Three
months
Three
months
A
A
To these
First was cash 'n' carry dance
In they're A
In Nat Ltd. empire
Save is there
The scene here
Then was
Then was
We went
Big A&M was there**
His had fresh air
But his rota was
US purge, rock 'n' pop
material's filched
And the secret of lives
Is...
All the English
Act like peasants with free
On a
On a to the loot
To mountain
Five wacky English idiots
always think of sex
Or of death
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
of negro Nazis
Like Faust beards
Hydrochloric weirds
[Applause audience at Cyprus Tavern ]
This was to be called crap rap fourteen,
but it's now Mithering.
The that drain you off and drive you off the hinge.
Boils, dirty socks, the collapse.
The Sunday morning loud mower,
the Jewish girl damn hoovering, with valium cig
withdrawal.
She wants communal, flat household.
I privacy.
The dentist doctors surgery,
Clip, clop, ring, knock,
Stop
The estates stick up like
The stick up like stacks
The keep wild dogs
And on that bedroom closet top,
electric boxes
Surplus jonnies, pictures
To their children sing
mithering
You think you've got it bad with ties,
miserable synthesized, or circles with A in the middle.
Make 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 company expenses.
I lose humor, manners become barbed, righteous, know it.
The smart hedonists, same as verse, allusions with
H in electronics, on stage histrionics,
Corpse mauling dicks, to a good film, him, him
Stop
I'm not joining rock band.
The is experimental, the conventional 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 with matches to make them molten.
Ouch! Ouch!
They say I rip off Rotten
always strike for more pay.
say "See yer mate..Yeh...see yer mate"
To their mothers they
Stop
the drowned penile tissue test.
He out for sex.
He enters contest.
White tan 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.