Luyện nghe bài hát C'n'c-s Mithering

Three
Three
days
Three
A
A
To explain
First was 'n' carry house dance
In Lancashire A
In King Nat Ltd.
Save is there
The started here
was America
Then was
We went
Big A&M was there**
His had fresh air
But his was mediocre
US purge, rock 'n' pop
material's filched
And the secret of their
Is...
All the English
Act like peasants with free
On a
On a to the loot
To candy
Five English proletariat idiots
always 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
Carloads of Nazis
Like Faust beards
shaved 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, socks, the ceilings collapse.
The Sunday morning lawn mower,
the upstairs girl damn hoovering, with valium cig
withdrawal.
She communal, fluent flat household.
I privacy.
The dentist doctors surgery,
Clip, clop, ring, knock,
mithering***
The estates stick up stacks
The estates up like stacks
The residents wild dogs
And on that father's bedroom top,
blanket boxes
Surplus jonnies, demob
To their they sing
Stop
You think got it bad with thin ties,
miserable songs synthesized, or 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 record expenses.
I humor, manners become barbed, righteous, don't know it.
The smart hedonists, same as last verse, allusions
H in electronics, on stage histrionics,
Corpse dicks, pose to a good film, him, him
mithering
I'm not joining conventional band.
The conventional is experimental, the 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 with matches to them molten.
Ouch! Ouch!
They say I rip off Johnny
always strike for more pay.
say "See yer mate..Yeh...see yer mate"
To mothers they sing
mithering
Even the penile 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 enemy, his name is not Harry.
The of Cash and Carry.