Luyện nghe bài hát CITY DWELLER

Dictum: of the euro-bore

It's a good bowing to a tyrant

Christian chants sweet

Keep your head down for the

(That now is now in bucket
It's a life, Europe)

Avoid the dismantled old heads stuck in plant pots
All looking at
Forgetting the drive against nature
City

Must we base ourselves again into mud?
You're well to it
Get out of my city you pseuds
And take those bastards
Who put up the olympic with you
They walk around leering at girls in packs
Worse than any

(.....Catalonian)

January 20th
Euro-bore I support
olympic bidding

City

More you can ever know
Mr cab
do you want
Mr cab

City

This hillbilly cab
He has submerged himself the pyche of the average
Cab
They love me, knock off 10 to 15 pence
This is
Those days are over and dull

Agricultural chant for sweet freedom

Get out of my
You pseud
And take those red tight with you
City

They should remember there's worse
Than a half-educated grim red
dweller
up
Cab driver, cab
Oh Mr cab

(He's up there now, listening to us, I he is)

Why do you a a poxy card?
Oh Mr cab

What do it?

Too to drink
Too dugs
Too sex
Too