Luyện nghe bài hát C'n'c-s Mithering

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To explain
First was cash 'n' house dance
In they're A
In King Nat Ltd.
Save is there
The scene here
was America
Then was
We there
Big A&M was there**
His offices had air
But his rota was
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 mountain
Five English proletariat idiots
Californians always of sex
Or think of
Five girl deaths
A Mexico revenge, it's stolen
They 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 Faust beards
Hydrochloric shaved
from audience at Cyprus Tavern ]
This was going to be crap rap fourteen,
but it's now Mithering.
The things that drain you off and you off the hinge.
Boils, socks, the ceilings collapse.
The Sunday morning lawn mower,
the Jewish girl damn hoovering, with valium cig
withdrawal.
She wants communal, fluent household.
I privacy.
The bastard dentist surgery,
Clip, clop, ring, knock,
Stop
The estates stick up stacks
The estates stick up like
The keep wild dogs
And on father's bedroom closet top,
electric blanket
jonnies, demob pictures
To their they sing
mithering
You think you've got it bad thin ties,
miserable synthesized, or circles with A in the middle.
Make joke records, hang out Gary Bushell,
Join round table. "I 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, become barbed, righteous, don't 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
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 their tyres with 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 mothers sing
Stop
Even the drowned penile test.
He out for sex.
He enters contest.
White tan in the mirror.
exterior hides a spotty interior.
He's not enemy.
He's not enemy, his name is not Harry.
The secret of and Carry.