Luyện nghe bài hát It's A Broad Lic Nic

And I'll you while I'm able
Or I'll smash your if you're not
Drink enough label
It's a hard mans
And though the broken
Put money on the table
Strain the through your teeth
So we grew up lean
Kings of the scene
a mothers guiding hand
To keep us
Down rum
We'll take as it comes
And all you blue rinse
our literary bums
I my first pure malt
I was three
I smoked a pack of cigarettes
My left for me
And I romanced a little
Who was twelve years my
At the age of six I her
year I also bed her
So I was seven
My first child was
I told a pack of filthy
As a
I my own confession
As an act of
I ten years as a Trappist monk
In a village in
And I walked up naked
to win a bet
I cut off my leg
To win a one race
And I won, I stitched it
on my little stomach
I've Mohammed Ali
I've Mata Hari
even worn a sari
When I impersonated
And I dare any man
To call me a
(Liar!)
But I swear I've seen
I swear I've seen
Toasting
In Beelzebub's
And mad mad mad
to know
We never give a cuss
About the we sow
And we up late
And be forlorn
And when the morning around
kiss the crack of dawn
We the whacks from Kerouac's
And dusty
And when all was and done
was all I had left me
For all the worlds great
Are all a of pus
And if you ask us how Zarathustra
He thus,
drink drink
Drink until you're
until you can't stand up
'til roly-poly stunk
your bladder bursts
'til you a fit to curse
'til they you up still comatose
And in the hearse
good, good, bad, bad
as sin
We mix up cough
our gin
So your medicine
I pray when I die
There's else around
To kiss my goodbye
Yes, I pray, I pray, I that when I die
There's someone else around to kiss my goodbye