Luyện nghe bài hát Screw You

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

They said you
I got nothing to lose
I paper a matchbox
With the I use

you
I ain't got to lose
I could paper a
the money I use

At the school I attended, I got into
I was in an alley on a cold winter night
The teachers cared for the blood in our veins
got most of their thrills out of using a cane

They screw you
Oh, you young fools
I get more sense
Out of the back end of a

you
Oh, you young fools
I could get more
Out of the end of a mule

So you see there's men who get paid for slaves
And men who get paid for being
And men behind bars who pray for the light
And men in the suburbs who 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 from seven till nine
Tears in my eyes nearly me blind
Trying to make wages that weren't even
Taking hell from a with the build of a bear

He said you
This is all you'll do
the only existence
For someone you

you
This is all ever do
It's the existence
For like you

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