Luyện nghe bài hát Mrs. Butterworth

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

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

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

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

Your life is

I'm gonna open up myself a flea
I'm gonna open up myself a flea
And you're gonna wish 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. 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 two by two feet squares
Then I'm going to get burlap
And I'm to cut them into two by two feet squares
And I'm going to put them onto the pieces of plywood
And then I'm going to go to the
I'm to go to the beach
And I'm gonna some shells and driftwood

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

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

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