Luyện nghe bài hát Preschool Prostitute

Pre-skool
Pre-skool
prostitute
Pre-skool
Pre-skool

I saw a friend the other day
He didn't too much to say
He looked crazy, he looked
He couldn't talk his tongue was in flames

And then he tried to run
From some chick that was this way
I think I I knew who she was
Just a little junkie whore that's a big scuz

I have to go too far
twenty bucks and she got in the car
Tried to to her but she called me a fool
I tried to give her money, put her family school

'Cause she's a tough mama when she wear's women's clothes
Everybody knows she she's got a bone through her
She's hot, [Incomprehensible]
But she gets home, he's daddy's all over her twat

prostitute
All the drugs you can shoot
Oh, pre-skool
Oh, to the brute

I finally up, let her do what she please
have sex with her 'cause I got a disease
But she told a sad story 'bout a in woe
She was getting fingered by her big toe

He was the first, it was the
She in a Limo and she left in a hearse
She got to five, she's alive
Better call the bug man 'cause your twat is a

Oh, pre-skool
And oh, all the drugs you can shoot
Oh,
Pre-skool, pre-skool,

Tried to to her but she called me a fool
I tried to give her money, put her family school
She's a real tough mama when she wear's clothes
knows she's got a bone through her nose

You're barely out of diapers and wearing a wig
You might be a baby but you smell a pig
You became five, still alive
Call the bugman your twat is a hive

naughty nanny
Your granny
A rusty tire iron out your fanny
Oh, you English schoolgirl, you

is mine
Pre-skool
Vengeance is
Pre-skool

Vengeance is
Pre-skool
Vengeance is

Vengeance is
Vengeance is
prostitute
Vengeance is
Vengeance is