Luyện nghe bài hát Mrs. Butterworth

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

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

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

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

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

Your is shit

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

First off, I'm gonna empty out all of my Mrs. 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. syrup jars on the shelf
Next to all the commemorative food chain glasses and cups
I've over the past 62 years

Then I'm going to get plywood
I'm going to get plywood
And cut them up two by two feet squares
I'm going to get some burlap
And I'm going to cut into two by two feet squares
And then I'm going to put them 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 I'm going to take the shells and driftwood
And glue onto the plywood and burlap
And sell 'em for lots of
People be paying top dollar
For my kids' new used new toys and
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 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