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 King Nat Ltd.
Kwik is there
The scene here
was America
Then was
We there
Big A&M Herb was
His had fresh air
But his rota was
US purge, rock 'n' pop
material's filched
And the secret of their
Is...
All the English
Act like with free milk
On a
On a to the loot
To candy
Five wacky English proletariat
Californians think of sex
Or of death
hundred girl deaths
A Mexico revenge, it's land
really get it off on
"Don't me please"
Rapist the TVs
And the secret of their
Is S.E.X..
I dreams, I can see
Carloads of Nazis
Like with beards
Hydrochloric shaved
from audience at Cyprus Tavern ]
This was going to be called rap fourteen,
but now Stop Mithering.
The that drain you off and drive you off the hinge.
Boils, dirty socks, the collapse.
The morning loud lawn mower,
the upstairs Jewish girl damn hoovering, with cig
withdrawal.
She communal, fluent flat household.
I privacy.
The bastard dentist surgery,
Clip, clop, ring, knock,
Stop
The estates stick up stacks
The estates up like stacks
The residents keep wild
And on father's bedroom closet top,
blanket boxes
Surplus jonnies, pictures
To their children they
mithering
You you've got it bad with thin ties,
miserable synthesized, or circles with A in the middle.
Make joke records, hang out Gary Bushell,
Join round table. "I like your yer great!"
A of low IQ's.
are three rules of audience.
My acquaintances, go soft, go places,
on record expenses.
I lose humor, manners become barbed, righteous, know it.
The smart hedonists, same as last verse, with
H in electronics, on false 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 chock thing.
So mithering.
save up for cars.
I try to let their tyres with matches 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 they
mithering
Even the drowned tissue test.
He out for sex.
He enters contest.
White tan in the mirror.
Spotty exterior hides a interior.
He's not enemy.
not your enemy, his name is not Harry.
The of Cash and Carry.