Luyện nghe bài hát Fuck Ups

Look, comes another man
With sorry story to tell
And you can bet he'll tell me all
The time he fell from to Hell

Well, I don't listen but he tells me all the same
[Incomprehensible] from his little games
Leave me alone, you're not a dog, I'm not a
But you're gonna me with your total misery

And when I'm out on with Charlie and Bill
I know for a while I shouldn't, I don't if I will or I won't
If I do or I don't 'cause is for definite and nothing is for sure
I am getting as I am getting poor

All the fucked up fuck ups me up
With their stories and their and their cigarettes and beers
All the up fuck ups fucking me up
I think they're killing me with grim reality

Look, comes another drunk
With a face longer Bin Laden's
And he has so much alcohol
He can no get a hard-on

Not he'll ever get a chance to use it
Women are intelligent, he is
Lost and he will remain
No amount of alcohol will his misery away

And when I'm out on Saturday with and Bill
I know for a while I shouldn't, I don't know if I will or I
Will I do or I 'cause nothing is for definite and nothing is for sure

All the fucked up fuck ups me up
With their stories and their and their cigarettes and beers
All the up fuck ups fucking me up
I think they're killing me with their grim

Well, a year old grandma
Comes up to me and
"My family's gonna take this council estate
If we on giving birth at this rate"

"I'm gonna be a
By the age of
And I will be in fake Burberry, I don't care if I'm dead or alive
I care if I'm dead or alive"

All the fucked up fuck ups me up
With their stories and their tears and their and beers
All the up fuck ups fucking me up
I think killing me with their grim reality

All the up fuck ups fucking me up
If your live is going wrong, you'd better sing
All the fucked up fuck ups me up
You fucked up ups