Luyện nghe bài hát Guts

The bugger in the short sleeves my wife
Did it and split
home, fresh as a daisy to Maisy, oh Maisy

And the twelve-bore it stood in the
Quite operatic in its disgust
It blew him all over the room floor
Like parrot shit, parrot spit, shit was shot

Now suppose it was familiar
Someone we all know
Embarrassing denouement, ne c'est
Familiar

And there would go the plot
The piss had missed the in the pot
that ancient teenage dream
From to poison, soul to poison, soul

Guts, guts, got no
And stitches help at all
Guts, guts, got no

in the body, holes in the legs
Holes in the forehead, holes in the
in the body, holes in the legs
There should be holes at all
There should never be at all

So all you want or more
Make sure, do it
Dead is and door nails forget

And then you'll
How the waster and the
Get to like one another

In the end, in the end
In the end, in the end
In the end, in the end
In the end, in the end