Luyện nghe bài hát He Pep!

I don't to go back anymore.
I don't go to work in the rain.
No more grilled on the heater.
No more of A&R girl.
And having to her.
My is in race everywhere. [embraced?]
You Pep!
And I stick my pen under my ear
Beneath my own scruffed hair.
I wear
Have to check out of a boutique
on
Hang on, [live in St. Anne's me.]
the room of the bass player.
Why you go up stairs?
You Pep!
Don't think he's going to get in
of Hamptonshire.
I believe there's a new out.
[It's called speed I] wrote a song it
a la Bowie.
But it's been lost in the of the record company
By our
So instead our new 45 is
[His are brown.]
Yours, brattingly.
says "please"
Anyway it's a race in
Wait to say it in
You Pep!
You had the summer
And now it's off.
No excuses
For traitorism.