Luyện nghe bài hát C'n'c-s Mithering

Three
months
Three
months
A
A
To these
First was cash 'n' carry dance
In they're A
In King Nat Ltd.
Kwik Save is
The scene here
Then was
was America
We went
Big A&M Herb was
His had fresh air
But his was mediocre
US purge, 'n' pop filth
Their filched
And the secret of their
Is...
All the groups
Act peasants with free milk
On a
On a route to the
To mountain
Five wacky proletariat idiots
Californians always of sex
Or think of
hundred 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
Carloads of negro
Like with beards
Hydrochloric shaved
[Applause audience at Cyprus Tavern ]
This was to be called crap 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 damn hoovering, with valium cig
withdrawal.
She communal, fluent flat household.
I privacy.
The bastard doctors surgery,
Clip, clop, ring, knock,
mithering***
The estates up like stacks
The estates up like stacks
The keep wild dogs
And on father's bedroom closet top,
electric blanket
jonnies, demob pictures
To their children they
mithering
You think you've got it bad thin ties,
songs synthesized, or circles with A in the middle.
Make joke records, hang out Gary Bushell,
Join round table. "I like 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, become barbed, righteous, don't know it.
The smart hedonists, as last verse, allusions with
H in electronics, on stage histrionics,
mauling dicks, pose to a good 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 with 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
Stop
Even the drowned penile test.
He out for sex.
He magazine contest.
White tan in the mirror.
Spotty exterior a spotty interior.
He's not enemy.
He's not your enemy, his is not Harry.
The secret of and Carry.