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 most of her

They screw you
I ain't got to lose
I could a matchbox
the money I use

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

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

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

you
Oh, you bloody fools
I get more 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 suburbs who pray for the
And they're all to climb to the top of the mine
And all of say most of the way screw you

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

He screw you
This is all you'll do
It's the existence
For like you

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This is all you'll do
It's the only
For like you

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