Luyện nghe bài hát Little Baby Nothing (with Traci Lords)

(Words: Nicky Wire/Richey James; Music: Dean Bradfield/Sean Moore)
No one likes at you
Your lack of ego offends mentality
They need your
To steal vacant and to destroy
Your beauty and virginity used like
My is dead, everybody love's me
a slice of me
Hopelessly and compatible
to belong, oh the roads are scarey
So hold me in arms
I wanna be your only
Used, used, by men
Used, used, by men
All leave behind is money
Paper made out of broken trees
Your face offends
Because it's real that I can't touch
Eyes, skin, bone, contour, as a flower
No god reached me, faded films and loving
and white TV
All the does not exist for me
And if I'm starving, you can feed me
diet will crush me
My life just an old man's
Little baby
Loveless slavery, kissing empty
your life in loathing
Breaking your mind with Doll futility
baby nothing
Sexually free, made-up to
beauty
Moths up, quenched at last
The vermin a thought to pass them by
You are pure, you are
We are the sluts that they mould
Rock 'n' is our epiphany
Culture, alienation, boredom and
You are pure, you are
We are the useless that they mould
'n' roll is our epiphany
Culture, alienation, and despair
(c) 1991 Sony Publishing Ltd.