Luyện nghe bài hát C'n'c-s Mithering

Three
Three
days
Three
A
A
To these
First was 'n' carry house dance
In Lancashire A
In Nat Ltd. empire
Kwik Save is
The scene started
was America
Then was
We there
Big A&M Herb was
His had fresh air
But his was mediocre
US purge, 'n' pop filth
material's filched
And the of their lives
Is...
All the English
Act peasants with free milk
On a
On a to the loot
To candy
wacky English proletariat idiots
Californians always of sex
Or think of
Five hundred deaths
A revenge, it's stolen land
They 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 Nazis
Faust with beards
Hydrochloric weirds
[Applause from audience at 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 loud lawn mower,
the upstairs Jewish girl damn hoovering, with cig
withdrawal.
She wants communal, flat household.
I privacy.
The dentist doctors surgery,
Clip, clop, ring, knock,
Stop
The estates stick up like
The estates stick up stacks
The keep wild dogs
And on that father's bedroom top,
blanket boxes
Surplus jonnies, pictures
To their children sing
Stop
You think you've got it bad with ties,
miserable songs synthesized, or circles A in the middle.
Make joke records, hang out Gary Bushell,
Join round table. "I your single yer great!"
A of low IQ's.
There are rules of audience.
My acquaintances, go soft, go places,
on company expenses.
I lose humor, manners barbed, righteous, don't know it.
The smart hedonists, same as last verse, allusions
H in electronics, on stage histrionics,
Corpse mauling dicks, pose to a film, him, him
Stop
I'm not joining conventional band.
The conventional is experimental, the 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 matches to make them molten.
Ouch! Ouch!
They say I rip off Rotten
always strike for more pay.
say "See yer mate..Yeh...see yer mate"
To their mothers sing
Stop
the drowned penile tissue test.
He out for sex.
He enters contest.
tan horror 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.