Luyện nghe bài hát Mrs. Butterworth

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

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

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

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

Your life is

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

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 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 chain glasses and
accumulated over 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
Then I'm going to get some
And I'm going to cut into two by two feet squares
And then I'm going to put them the pieces of plywood
And then I'm going to go to the
I'm going to go to the
And I'm gonna collect some shells and

And then I'm going to the shells and driftwood
And them onto 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 someday I can get rid of that piss-stained
been sleeping on

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

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