Luyện nghe bài hát Mrs. Butterworth

Your is shit, 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

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

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

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

life is shit

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

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

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

And then I'm 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
Then someday I can get rid of that piss-stained mattress
I've sleeping on

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

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