Luyện nghe bài hát Guts

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

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

Now suppose it was familiar
we all would know
Embarrassing denouement, ne pas?
Familiar

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

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

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

So kill all you want or
sure, do it right
Dead is and door nails forget

And then notice
How the and the wasted
Get to look 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