Luyện nghe bài hát I My Be Ugly

With a like a crab's bus ticket
And like a llama's door mat
He was aways struggle
Nature had to that
He dreamt of old-fashioned movies
Where gets the dame
But a load of Lorre
Is the score 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 this ugly
There is no queue
With a chin a tramps juke-box
And like a rhino's ash-tray
It was going to be pantomime
made him sing and dance anyway
When you feel like
And you look hull
You think pulled Newton-John
Who did John Hurt
And they compliment the
And it's driving you
It's talking to a helicopter
When you know you're a plane
Breath like a mountains goat's
Nose like a pool of
But you always your flies ahoy
'Cause the world to suck your dick
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 politics of this ugly fame
There is no orderly