Luyện nghe bài hát Fuck Ups

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

Well, I don't wanna listen but he me all the same
from his life's little games
Leave me alone, you're not a dog, I'm not a
But you're gonna bury me with your misery

And when I'm out on Saturday 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 nothing is for definite and is for sure
I am getting desperate as I am poor

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

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

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 wash his misery

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 up fuck ups fucking me up
With their and their tears 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
up to me and says
"My family's gonna take over council estate
If we keep on birth at this rate"

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

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

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