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 she was a fisherman's wife
She was scrubbing floors of her life

They said you
I got nothing to lose
I could paper a
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 winter
The teachers cared less for the blood in our
They got most of their thrills out of using a

They screw you
Oh, you young fools
I could get sense
Out of the end of a mule

you
Oh, you young fools
I could get sense
Out of the back end of a

So you see there's men who get paid for being
And men who get paid for being
And there's men behind bars who pray for the
And men in the who pray for the night
And they're all trying to climb to the top of the
And all of them say most of the way you

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

He screw you
This is all you'll do
It's the only
For someone you

you
This is all you'll do
It's the existence
For someone you

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