Luyện nghe bài hát Mrs. Butterworth

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

I'm gonna die, a new union
I'm gonna die, my libido
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 life is lame, it's not so
Your is stale, frail, frail

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

Your life is

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

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

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 them into two by two squares
And then I'm going to put them the pieces of plywood
And I'm going to go to the beach
I'm going to go to the
And I'm collect some shells and driftwood

And then I'm going to take the shells and
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 someday I can get rid of that piss-stained mattress
I've been on

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