Luyện nghe bài hát Mrs. Butterworth

Your is shit, shit
life is bogus, bull
Your is crime, crime
life is hell, hell

I'm gonna die, start a new
I'm gonna die, with my
I'm gonna die, start a new
I'm gonna die, don't with me

Your is shit, shit
Your life is clean, its
Your life is lame, not so funny
Your is stale, frail, frail

I'm gonna die, start a new
I'm hell on my libido
I'm gonna die, start a new
I'm gonna on my libido

I'm gonna die, a new union
I'm gonna on my libido
I'm die, start a new union
I'm gonna die, the pain!

life is shit

I'm gonna open up myself a market
I'm open up myself a flea market
And you're gonna wish you did
And retire on the

First off, I'm empty out all of my Mrs. Butterworth jars
And I'm gonna put 'em on a
With my 800 dollar a tax free Century21 shop
And then I am going to put my Mrs. Butterworth syrup on the shelf
Next to all the commemorative fast chain glasses and cups
I've accumulated the past 62 years

Then I'm going to get plywood
I'm going to get some
And cut up into two by two feet squares
Then I'm going to get some
And I'm going to cut them into two by two squares
And I'm going to put them onto the pieces of plywood
And then I'm going to go to the
I'm going to go to the
And I'm gonna collect some shells and

And then I'm going to take the and driftwood
And them onto the plywood and burlap
And sell 'em for of money
will be paying top dollar
For my kids' new used new toys and
Then maybe someday I can get rid of that piss-stained
I've sleeping on

I'm gonna die, a new union
I'm gonna hell on my
I'm gonna die, start a new
I'm die on my libido

I'm gonna die, start a new
I'm gonna die on my
I'm gonna die, start a new
I'm die, watch the pain