Luyện nghe bài hát P C

You know, what pisses me off than anything is all these people who
exactly politically correct. Like the other day, I was out walking
my Siberian-American huskies. And you know how canines are: they to
sniff everything, including each other's butts. So some guy up and
he says, "Get your ass out of that other dog's nose!"
So, I replied, "How dare you call dogs! They're Siberian-American
huskies. That's like calling an African-American a Black. Or a
a Mexican. Or calling a homosexual a stupid faggot!" It
pissed me off so much I got a nose ring, died my hair and moved to
San Francisco!
My bus is broken
My broken too
My girl's by my
So I don't feel so
Thirty more
To it to the city
Where is king
And the air shitty
What a town
It really suits us
It took some used to
That fucking hippy
corrects me
Every time I
I'm sick and fucking
Of feeling like a stupid L.A.
I it
I it
I it
I it, yes I do
I say not an issue
It doesn't shed light
On a scale
It isn't worth the
The tongue girl speaks
Is to you and me
That has got a problem
I it's called P.C.