Luyện nghe bài hát Soul Sucking Jerk

I got a job making for the man
chicken in the bucket
With the pop can
green uniform on my back
I had to set it on
In a vat of fat
I on the counter
a bird with no hair
Running through the mini in my underwear

I got lost
Couldn't find a home
Sun down I got frozen to the bone
a hooker let me share
Her fake fur
As I a little nap
The cops up us both
I to explain
I was trying to get warm
I knew I ever
Should burnt my uniform
He
'Too bad, better bite the bullet son'
I didn't have no so I stole his gun
And I out the window
With my on a spoon
on the roof
Shooting holes in the

Get busy, get busy, you it

I gonna work for no soul sucking jerk
I'm gonna it all back
And I saying jack
I ain't work for no soul sucking jerk
I'm take it all back
And I ain't jack

Standing here with a beer in my hand
And my mouth is of sand
And I don't
Fourteen days I sleeping in a barn
Better get a tattooed on my arm
Whistling Dixie with the Dixie cup
With the barbecue
And the dental floss
Big fat fingers pointing into my
me to get busy
Cleaning up place
I got bent a wet cigarette
And she's after me
With a net
on a bloodhound ringing the bell
Black cat wrapped in the map to hell

on my leg and I'm trying not to beg
Taking baking worms
With the and eggs
Well they got me in a
Flapping my jaw a pretzel
In the stars just waiting to
So me what I got to get so I can go
Cause I washing dishes
In the no more

And I ain't work
For no soul jerk
I'm gonna take it all
And I ain't saying
And I ain't gonna
For no sucking jerk
I'm gonna take it all