Luyện nghe bài hát Mrs. Butterworth

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

I'm gonna die, start a new
I'm gonna die, my libido
I'm gonna die, start a new
I'm gonna die, fuck with me

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

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

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

life is shit

I'm open up myself a flea market
I'm gonna open up myself a market
And you're gonna wish 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
my 800 dollar a month tax free Century21 shop
And then I am going to put my Mrs. Butterworth jars on the shelf
Next to all the commemorative fast food glasses and cups
I've accumulated the past 62 years

Then I'm going to get some
I'm to get some plywood
And cut up into two by two feet squares
Then I'm going to get burlap
And I'm going to cut into two by two feet squares
And then I'm 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 collect some shells and driftwood

And then I'm going to take the shells and
And glue them onto the and burlap
And 'em for lots of money
People will be paying top
For my kids' new used new and clothing
Then someday I can get rid of that piss-stained mattress
been sleeping on

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

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