Luyện nghe bài hát I My Be Ugly

With a face like a crab's bus
And skin like a llama's mat
He was aways gonna
had seen to that
He dreamt of old-fashioned movies
Bogart gets the dame
But a lorry load of
Is still the of pain
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
is no orderly queue
With a chin like a tramps
And eyes like a ash-tray
It was always to be pantomime
That made him and dance anyway
you feel like London
And you look hull
You think Travolta pulled
Who did Hurt pull?
And they compliment the
And it's driving you
It's talking to a helicopter
When you know you're a plane
Breath a mountains goat's satchel
like a pool of sick
But you always leave your ahoy
'Cause the 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 politics of this ugly fame
There is no orderly