Luyện nghe bài hát CITY DWELLER

Dictum: of the euro-bore

It's a life bowing to a tyrant

Christian gang chants

Keep your head for the moment

(That now suit is now in
a good life, Europe)

Avoid the dismantled old heads stuck in plant pots
All at them
Forgetting the endless drive against
City

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

(.....Catalonian)

It's January
Euro-bore I media
Keep bidding

City

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

dweller

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

Agricultural gangs chant for sweet

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

They remember there's nothing worse
Than a half-educated red dwarf
dweller
up
Cab driver, cab
Oh Mr cab

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

Why do you a a poxy card?
Oh Mr cab

What do it?

Too much to
Too many
Too sex
Too