Luyện nghe bài hát Mrs. Butterworth

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

I'm gonna die, a new union
I'm gonna die, my libido
I'm die, start a new union
I'm gonna die, fuck with me

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

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

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

life is shit

I'm gonna open up myself a flea
I'm open up myself a flea market
And you're gonna wish 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. Butterworth syrup jars on the
Next to all the commemorative fast chain glasses and cups
I've accumulated the past 62 years

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

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

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

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