Luyện nghe bài hát Mrs. Butterworth

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

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

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

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

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

Your is shit

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

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

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

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

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

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