Luyện nghe bài hát Generic Blues

I woke up morning, then I went back to bed
Said I up this morning, then I went right back to bed
Got a funny kind of like I got broken glass in my underwear
And a herd of wild is trying to chew off my head
You know I'm sayin'

Well, I ain't got not money, I'm just down the road
Said I got no money, honey
So I'm walking down this lonely, old road
Well, I wish I could get me some
But I forgot my automated code

I was born in a sack in the bottom of a sewer
I had to eat dirt clods for breakfast, my was so poor
My daddy was a waitress, my mama sold tiles
My and sisters all hated me 'cause I was an only child

I got the blues so bad, wish I was dead
Maybe I'll blow my out, mama
Or maybe I'll, yeah, maybe just go bowlin' instead

I'm just a no good, scum sucking, nose picking, licking
Sniveling, groveling, worthless of slime
Nothing but a low down, beer bellied, bone headed, toed
necked, weasel faced, worthless hunk of slime

I I got a pretty low self image
Maybe it's a chemical imbalance or
I should probably go and see a about it when I've got the time

Make it
Oh, it talk, son, make it talk
OK, now it shut up

and famine and pestilence always seem to get me down
I always feel so miserable whenever I'm
I wish somebody come along, stick a pitchfork through my brain
I'd flush right down the toilet, but I'd just clog up the drain

I got the blues so bad, kinda I was dead
Maybe blow my brains out, mama
Or maybe go bowlin', or I just might go bowling

Maybe just rent some shoes and go bowling
Maybe I'll join a league, a tournament
Put on a stupid shirt and go bowling instead, yeah