Luyện nghe bài hát C'n'c-s Mithering

Three
months
Three
months
A
A
To explain
First was cash 'n' carry dance
In Lancashire A
In King Nat Ltd.
Kwik is there
The scene here
Then was
was America
We went
Big A&M Herb was
His offices had air
But his rota was
US purge, 'n' pop filth
material's filched
And the secret of their
Is...
All the groups
Act like peasants with free
On a
On a to the loot
To candy
Five wacky proletariat idiots
Californians think of sex
Or think of
Five hundred deaths
A revenge, it's stolen land
really get it off on
"Don't me please"
Rapist the TVs
And the of their lives
Is S.E.X..
I dreams, I can see
of negro Nazis
Like with beards
Hydrochloric weirds
[Applause from audience at Tavern ]
This was to be called crap rap fourteen,
but now Stop Mithering.
The things that drain you off and you off the hinge.
Boils, dirty socks, the collapse.
The Sunday morning loud mower,
the upstairs Jewish damn hoovering, with valium cig
withdrawal.
She communal, fluent flat household.
I privacy.
The bastard doctors surgery,
Clip, clop, ring, knock,
mithering***
The estates up like stacks
The estates stick up like
The residents wild dogs
And on that father's bedroom top,
blanket boxes
Surplus jonnies, demob
To their children they
mithering
You think got it bad with thin ties,
songs 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.
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 conventional 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
They always strike for pay.
say "See yer mate..Yeh...see yer mate"
To their they sing
Stop
Even the drowned penile 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 enemy, his name is not Harry.
The of Cash and Carry.