Luyện nghe bài hát I My Be Ugly

With a like a crab's bus ticket
And skin like a llama's mat
He was aways gonna
Nature had to that
He dreamt of those movies
Where Bogart the dame
But a lorry load of
Is still the 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 ugly fame
There is no queue
With a chin a tramps juke-box
And like a rhino's ash-tray
It was going to be pantomime
That made him sing and anyway
When you feel London
And you like hull
You think Travolta pulled
Who did John pull?
And they the compliment
And driving you insane
It's like talking to a
When you know that you're a
Breath a mountains goat's satchel
Nose like a pool of
But you leave 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 ugly fame
There is no orderly