Luyện nghe bài hát Mrs. Butterworth

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

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

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

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

I'm gonna die, a new union
I'm gonna on my libido
I'm die, start 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 wish that you did
And on the profits

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

Then I'm going to get plywood
I'm to get some plywood
And cut them up into two by two feet
Then I'm going to get burlap
And I'm going to cut into two by two feet 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 then I'm to take the shells and driftwood
And glue them the plywood and burlap
And sell 'em for of money
People will be top dollar
For my kids' new used new toys and
Then maybe someday I can get rid of that piss-stained
I've been on

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