Luyện nghe bài hát It's A Broad Lic Nic

And tell you while I'm able
Or I'll your skull if you're not
enough Black label
It's a mans drink
And though the bottles
Put your on the table
Strain the glass through your
So we grew up mean
Kings of the scene
Without a mothers hand
To us clean
your rum
We'll take life as it
And all you rinse critics
our literary bums
I drank my pure malt
I was three
I a pack of Dutch cigarettes
My left for me
And I romanced a lass
Who was twelve my elder
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 lies
As a
I my own confession
As an act of
I spent ten years as a Trappist
In a in Tibet
And I walked up Everest
to win a bet
I cut off my leg
To win a one race
And when I won, I it
on my sister's stomach
I've Mohammed Ali
seduced Mata Hari
I've even a sari
I impersonated Ghandi
And I any man here
To call me a
(Liar!)
But I swear seen Ezekial
I I've seen Isiah
marshmellows
In Beelzebub's
And mad mad mad
to know
We never give a tinkers
About the we sow
And we up late
And be forlorn
And when the morning comes
kiss the crack of dawn
We took the whacks Kerouac's
And Dostoyevsky's
And when all was said and
Booze was all I had me
For all the worlds thinkers
Are all a of pus
And if you ask us how spoke
He thus,
Drink drink
Drink until drunk
until you can't stand up
'til roly-poly stunk
'til your bursts
'til you throw a fit to
'til lift you up still comatose
And slamdance in the
good, good, bad, bad
as sin
We mix up syrup
our gin
So take medicine
I that when I die
someone else around
To kiss my arse
Yes, I pray, I pray, I pray when I die
There's someone else around to kiss my goodbye