Luyện nghe bài hát C'n'c-s Mithering

Three
months
Three
months
A
A
To explain
First was cash 'n' house dance
In Lancashire A
In King Nat Ltd.
Save is there
The scene started
Then was
was America
We there
Big A&M Herb was
His offices had air
But his was mediocre
US purge, rock 'n' pop
material's filched
And the secret of lives
Is...
All the English
Act like peasants with milk
On a
On a route to the
To candy
Five wacky proletariat idiots
Californians think of sex
Or of death
Five girl deaths
A Mexico revenge, it's stolen
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
Carloads of negro
Like Faust beards
shaved weirds
[Applause audience at Cyprus Tavern ]
This was going to be called 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 loud mower,
the upstairs Jewish girl damn hoovering, valium cig
withdrawal.
She wants communal, fluent household.
I privacy.
The dentist doctors surgery,
Clip, clop, ring, knock,
Stop
The stick up like stacks
The estates stick up stacks
The residents wild dogs
And on that father's closet top,
electric blanket
jonnies, demob pictures
To children they sing
Stop
You think you've got it bad with ties,
songs synthesized, or circles with A in the middle.
Make joke records, 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 record expenses.
I lose humor, become barbed, righteous, don't know it.
The hedonists, same as last verse, allusions with
H in electronics, on false histrionics,
Corpse mauling dicks, to a good film, him, him
Stop
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.
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 mothers they sing
Stop
Even the penile tissue test.
He out for sex.
He enters contest.
tan horror in the mirror.
Spotty exterior hides a interior.
He's not enemy.
not your enemy, his name is not Harry.
The secret of and Carry.