Luyện nghe bài hát I My Be Ugly

With a like a crab's bus ticket
And skin a llama's door mat
He was aways gonna
had seen to that
He dreamt of those old-fashioned
Where Bogart the dame
But a load of Lorre
Is still the of pain
And he
I may be
But I've got the
He may be fat but he's got the
And in the party party politics of ugly fame
is no orderly queue
With a chin like a tramps
And like a rhino's ash-tray
It was always to be pantomime
That made him and dance anyway
When you feel like
And you like hull
You think Travolta pulled
Who did John Hurt
And they the compliment
And it's driving you
It's talking to a helicopter
you know that you're a plane
Breath like a mountains satchel
like a pool of sick
But you always your flies ahoy
the world wants to suck your dick
Let it suck!
And he
I may be
But got the bottle-opener
He may be fat but got the cork-screw
And in the party party politics of this fame
is no orderly queue