Luyện nghe bài hát Mrs. Butterworth

Your life is shit,
Your life is bogus,
Your is crime, crime
life 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, a new union
I'm gonna on my libido
I'm gonna die, start a new
I'm gonna on my libido

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

Your life is

I'm gonna up myself a flea market
I'm open up myself a flea market
And you're gonna 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 syrup on the shelf
Next to all the commemorative fast food glasses and cups
I've over the past 62 years

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

And then I'm going to the shells and driftwood
And glue them the plywood and burlap
And sell 'em for of money
People be paying top dollar
For my kids' new new toys and clothing
Then maybe I can get rid of that piss-stained mattress
I've been on

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

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