Luyện nghe bài hát C'n'c-s Mithering

Three
Three
Three
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A
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To explain
First was 'n' carry house dance
In Lancashire A
In Nat Ltd. empire
Kwik is there
The scene here
Then was
Then was
We there
Big A&M was there**
His offices had air
But his was mediocre
US purge, rock 'n' pop
Their material's
And the secret of their
Is...
All the groups
Act like peasants with milk
On a
On a to the loot
To candy
wacky English proletariat idiots
Californians think of sex
Or think of
hundred girl deaths
A revenge, it's stolen land
really get it off on
"Don't me please"
Rapist the TVs
And the secret of lives
Is S.E.X..
I dreams, I can see
Carloads of negro
Like with beards
Hydrochloric weirds
[Applause from at Cyprus Tavern ]
This was going to be crap rap fourteen,
but it's now Mithering.
The things drain you off and drive you off the hinge.
Boils, dirty socks, the collapse.
The Sunday morning lawn mower,
the upstairs girl damn hoovering, with valium cig
withdrawal.
She wants communal, fluent household.
I privacy.
The bastard doctors surgery,
Clip, clop, ring, knock,
mithering***
The estates up like stacks
The estates stick up like
The residents keep wild
And on that father's bedroom top,
blanket boxes
Surplus jonnies, pictures
To their they sing
Stop
You you've got it bad with thin ties,
songs synthesized, or circles with A in the middle.
Make records, hang out with 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 barbed, righteous, don't know it.
The hedonists, same as last verse, allusions with
H in electronics, on stage histrionics,
mauling dicks, pose 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 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 strike 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 enemy, his name is not Harry.
The secret of and Carry.