Luyện nghe bài hát Screw You

I was a boy I had a lot of fun
I by the sea, I was a fisherman's son
My mother she was a wife
She was scrubbing floors of her life

They screw you
I got nothing to lose
I could a matchbox
the money I use

you
I got nothing to lose
I could a matchbox
the money I use

At the I attended, I got into fights
I was beaten in an alley on a cold night
The cared less for the blood in our veins
They got most of thrills out of using a cane

They said you
Oh, you bloody young
I could get sense
Out of the back end of a

you
Oh, you bloody fools
I could get sense
Out of the end of a mule

So you see there's men who get paid for slaves
And men who get paid for free
And there's men bars who pray for the light
And men in the who pray for the night
And all trying to climb to the top of the mine
And all of them say of the way screw you

I worked in the mill from seven till
Tears in my eyes nearly me blind
Trying to make wages weren't even there
Taking hell from a foreman with the build of a

He screw you
is all you'll ever do
It's the existence
For someone you

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This is all you'll do
the only existence
For like you

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