Luyện nghe bài hát P C

You know, pisses me off more than anything is all these people who
aren't exactly correct. Like the other day, I was out walking
my huskies. And you know how canines are: they like to
sniff everything, including other's butts. So some guy walks up and
he says, "Get dog's ass out of that other dog's nose!"
So, I replied, "How you call them dogs! They're Siberian-American
huskies. That's like calling an African-American a Black. Or a
Mexican-American a Mexican. Or 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 smells
What a town
It really us well
It took some used to
fucking hippy smell
Everyone me
time I speak
I'm sick and tired
Of feeling a stupid L.A. geek
I it
I it
I it
I it, yes I do
I say it's not an
It doesn't much light
On a global
It isn't the fight
The tongue girl speaks
Is to you and me
bitch has got a problem
I it's called P.C.