Luyện nghe bài hát C'n'c-s Mithering

Three
Three
Three
months
A
A
To explain
First was cash 'n' carry house
In they're A
In King Nat Ltd.
Kwik Save is
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
Their material's
And the secret of lives
Is...
All the groups
Act peasants with free milk
On a
On a to the loot
To mountain
wacky English proletariat idiots
Californians always of sex
Or think of
Five girl deaths
A Mexico revenge, stolen land
really get it off on
"Don't me please"
fill the TVs
And the secret of lives
Is S.E.X..
I dreams, I can see
of negro Nazis
Like Faust with
shaved weirds
[Applause from audience at Cyprus ]
was going to be called 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 loud lawn mower,
the Jewish girl 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 stacks
The residents wild dogs
And on that father's bedroom top,
blanket boxes
Surplus jonnies, demob
To their they sing
mithering
You you've got it bad with thin ties,
miserable songs synthesized, or circles A in the middle.
Make joke records, hang out with 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, become barbed, righteous, don't know it.
The smart hedonists, as last verse, allusions with
H in electronics, on stage histrionics,
Corpse mauling dicks, pose to a film, him, him
Stop
I'm not joining conventional 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 tyres matches to make them molten.
Ouch! Ouch!
They say I rip off Johnny
They always 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 hides a spotty interior.
He's not enemy.
He's not your enemy, his is not Harry.
The of Cash and Carry.