Luyện nghe bài hát C'n'c-s Mithering

Three
months
Three
Three
A
A
To these
First was cash 'n' house dance
In they're A
In Nat Ltd. empire
Kwik Save is
The scene here
was America
Then was
We went
Big A&M was there**
His had fresh air
But his was mediocre
US purge, 'n' pop filth
Their filched
And the secret of lives
Is...
All the English
Act like with free milk
On a
On a route to the
To candy
wacky English proletariat idiots
Californians think of sex
Or of death
Five hundred deaths
A Mexico revenge, it's 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
Carloads of negro
Faust with beards
Hydrochloric shaved
[Applause from audience at Cyprus ]
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, dirty socks, the collapse.
The Sunday loud lawn mower,
the upstairs girl damn hoovering, with valium cig
withdrawal.
She wants communal, flat household.
I privacy.
The dentist doctors surgery,
Clip, clop, ring, knock,
Stop
The estates stick up stacks
The estates stick up like
The keep wild dogs
And on that father's bedroom top,
electric boxes
Surplus jonnies, demob
To their children sing
Stop
You think got it bad with thin ties,
miserable songs synthesized, or 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 hedonists, same as last verse, allusions with
H in electronics, on false histrionics,
Corpse mauling dicks, to a good film, him, him
mithering
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 for more pay.
say "See yer mate..Yeh...see yer mate"
To their mothers sing
mithering
Even the penile tissue test.
He out for sex.
He magazine contest.
tan horror in the mirror.
Spotty exterior hides a interior.
not your enemy.
He's not your enemy, his is not Harry.
The secret of and Carry.