Luyện nghe bài hát Mrs. Butterworth

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

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

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

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

Your life is

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

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

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

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

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