Luyện nghe bài hát My Party Boots

Life is fast but I dont wanna live past you, 'cause you are my only
I was the king of the drug booze now I've worn out the soles of my party boots.
So me shit-faced master of disgrace, I dont care 'cause my outer skin
Is think like crust, and a liver rusted out now I'm on a list (for a better one)
Everybody wants to give a shit outta me, I won't give it but give ambivalence.
I gotta memory box 'cause my memory blocks me, from weeks
all the blacked out into white out mornings, into grey matter damagings.
So call me fat fuck geriatric punk rock. Give it straight 'cause I
a verbal beating from an audience bleating (not bleeding), and a melee no concern.
Everybody wants to a shit outta me, I wont give it but i'll give irresponsiveness
Everybody wants to me up again, I wanna go but the price keeps goin up
Goin down is simple and practical, laying low but keeping it
I'm on the and it's such a drag, without a key kick, shot and a drag.
[Hefe's good old fashioned
Evidently no one likes a or an old punk's bitterness
So I'm waitin for the tap, on my shoulder 'cause all getting older not better
And the are no longer with us (they're at us)
So call me fat fuck, geriatric
me fat fuck, geriatric punk
Call me fat fuck, geriatric punk, face master of disgrace.