Luyện nghe bài hát I My Be Ugly

With a face a crab's bus ticket
And skin like a llama's mat
He was gonna struggle
Nature had to that
He dreamt of those old-fashioned
Where gets the dame
But a lorry of Lorre
Is the score of pain
And he
I may be
But I've got the
He may be fat but got the cork-screw
And in the party party politics of this ugly
is no orderly queue
With a chin like a tramps
And eyes a rhino's ash-tray
It was always to be pantomime
made him sing and dance anyway
When you feel like
And you look like
You think Travolta pulled
Who did John Hurt
And they compliment the
And it's you insane
It's talking to a helicopter
When you know that you're a
Breath a mountains goat's satchel
Nose like a of sick
But you always leave your flies
'Cause the world wants to suck your
Let it suck!
And he
I may be
But I've got the
He may be fat but got the cork-screw
And in the party party politics of ugly fame
There is no orderly