Luyện nghe bài hát Fatso

Thought that I was nothing more than one of your
you stormed your ladder rung by rung
Though your bled about everything you said
I hope you had a little fun
And I bet it felt swell to me to hell
While the rest of us lost our
Yet still I live what you did
I know that I am uglier than you

Fight the power, fight the future, the CDA
Fight your conscience, your jesus, lose me on your way
Something came around the
Something went a little
Call me fag, some class
Come on fatso my ass

for a lunch of model glue punch
And a thermos of your Pam
You made it clear you didn't want me near
And I faked it like I give a damn
And Bianchi never lost touch
the way you never lost your cool
And you're a prick and make people sick
I guess this world doesn't need another

Now in the end I'm forced to
That my personal war is
Now I'm dumped and your pumped
Cause somebody wrote a song you