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 old-fashioned movies
Where gets the dame
But a lorry of Lorre
Is still the score of
And he
I may be
But got the bottle-opener
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 juke-box
And like a rhino's ash-tray
It was going to be pantomime
That made him sing and anyway
When you feel like
And you look like
You think Travolta Newton-John
Who did John Hurt
And they compliment the
And driving you insane
like talking to a helicopter
When you know you're a plane
Breath like a mountains goat's
Nose like a of sick
But you always leave your flies
'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 party of this ugly fame
There is no orderly