Luyện nghe bài hát C'n'c-s Mithering

Three
months
Three
months
A
A
To explain
First was cash 'n' carry house
In they're A
In King Nat Ltd.
Kwik is there
The scene started
Then was
Then was
We went
Big A&M Herb was
His had fresh air
But his was mediocre
US purge, 'n' pop filth
Their material's
And the secret of lives
Is...
All the groups
Act like with free milk
On a
On a route to the
To candy
Five wacky English idiots
always think of sex
Or of death
Five girl deaths
A Mexico revenge, stolen land
They get it off on
"Don't me please"
fill the TVs
And the of their lives
Is S.E.X..
I dreams, I can see
Carloads of negro
Like Faust beards
shaved weirds
[Applause from at Cyprus Tavern ]
This was to be called crap rap fourteen,
but it's now Mithering.
The that drain you off and drive you off the hinge.
Boils, socks, the ceilings collapse.
The Sunday morning lawn mower,
the Jewish girl damn hoovering, with valium cig
withdrawal.
She communal, fluent flat household.
I privacy.
The dentist doctors surgery,
Clip, clop, ring, knock,
Stop
The estates stick up stacks
The stick up like stacks
The residents keep dogs
And on that father's bedroom top,
blanket boxes
Surplus jonnies, pictures
To their children sing
mithering
You think got it bad with thin ties,
miserable 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 three of audience.
My acquaintances, go soft, go places,
on record expenses.
I lose humor, manners become barbed, righteous, don't it.
The smart hedonists, as last verse, allusions with
H in electronics, on false histrionics,
Corpse 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 chock thing.
So mithering.
Engineers up for cars.
I try to let down their tyres with to make them molten.
Ouch! Ouch!
say I rip off Johnny Rotten
They always strike for pay.
say "See yer mate..Yeh...see yer mate"
To their mothers sing
mithering
Even the drowned tissue test.
He out for sex.
He magazine contest.
tan horror in the mirror.
Spotty hides a spotty interior.
He's not enemy.
not your enemy, his name is not Harry.
The secret of and Carry.