Luyện nghe bài hát Mrs. Butterworth

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

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

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

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

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

life is shit

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

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

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

And then I'm going to take the shells and
And glue them the plywood and burlap
And sell 'em for of money
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 hell on my libido
I'm die, start a new union
I'm gonna die on my

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