Luyện nghe bài hát Mrs. Butterworth

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

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

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

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

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

Your is shit

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

First off, I'm gonna empty out all of my Mrs. jars
And I'm gonna put 'em on a
With my 800 dollar a month tax Century21 shop
And then I am going to put my Mrs. syrup jars on the shelf
to all the commemorative fast food chain glasses and cups
I've accumulated over the past 62

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

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

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

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