Luyện nghe bài hát Mrs. Butterworth

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

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

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

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

Your life is

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

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

Then I'm going to get plywood
I'm to get some plywood
And cut up into two by two feet squares
I'm going to get some burlap
And I'm going to cut them into two by two feet
And then I'm going to put them onto the pieces of
And then I'm to go to the beach
I'm to go to the beach
And I'm gonna some shells and driftwood

And then I'm going to take the and driftwood
And glue them the plywood and burlap
And sell 'em for of money
will be paying top dollar
For my new used new toys and clothing
Then maybe someday I can get rid of that mattress
I've sleeping on

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

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