Luyện nghe bài hát P C

You know, what pisses me off more 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 they like to
sniff everything, each other's butts. So some guy walks up and
he says, "Get your dog's ass out of other dog's nose!"
So, I replied, "How dare you call them dogs! They're
huskies. That's like calling an a Black. Or calling 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 miles
To it to the city
Where junk is
And the air shitty
a friendly town
It really us well
It took some getting to
fucking hippy smell
Everyone me
Every time I
I'm sick and tired
Of feeling like a stupid L.A.
I it
I it
I it
I it, yes I do
I say not an issue
It shed much light
On a scale
It isn't worth the
The tongue that speaks
Is to you and me
That bitch has got a
I it's called P.C.