Luyện nghe bài hát F.D.S.

a
case,
'bout time I your face
Got a habit of out of line,
Oh yeah, here comes your time
a damn disgrace,
A total insult to the race,
Try and me feel bad all the time
Good thing not my sign!
You always what you can't have,
but baby, you can me
a
Bleeding !
Not even worth a
Got the worst halitosis I've smelled
You can go to hell
Don't start,
gonna put you in a cart,
Gonna you down a steep hill
And then max and chill
Baby you think you better
Why don't you go and a sweater!
Can't have me, can't me, can't have me
green glods of greasy, grimy gopher guts
Mutilated guts,
Chopped up birties feet
French fried eye balls down the dirty street
And I my spoon!
Only want what you have and babe
What you can't is me
I don't who you are
What the fuck you want me
Dis me once, dis me
I don't think that nice
Punch you in your stupid
I shit on you and It feels !
have me! what you can't have!
You always want what you have
And baby, you have me