Luyện nghe bài hát The Brits

Well that night was so fucking boring
Past the of yes, yes, Charlene
Coke in the bogs till in the morning
Look the way and we end up brawling
When I had a bit of beef with you who
And I fucked a few stars or two
Nearly I said I'd end getting screwed
Spitting at the paps, rude in the news
Oh yes, you're still with the best
person in my year to have touched a breast
I'm nearly forty now and I'm impressed
Here's the crisis I guess
Oh, I taking in the wonder of it all

I'm still for an answer through the looking grass
Still not at the back of the class
No thanks, Sir, this for you
It's like a VD only pricks are in it
So fucking and professional and timid
To be frank, Sir, I prefer showbiz chancer
I still want to get by you, right

Now I I've got fat, but make no mistake
Every million that I they bake me a cake
So got plenty, a hundred and twenty
Wear of tweed like Amanda Gentry
I still to get you naked
I'll see you in the summer, so glad you make it
I'll be mega white thing, fast as lightning
A Knebworth shape but twice as
If they can't be bothered then I you this
If they entertain you then I'll do my fucking best

Still for an answer through the looking grass
Still not concentrating at the back of the
No thanks, Sir, one's for you
It's like a VD clinic: pricks are in it
So fucking corporate and and timid
To be frank, Sir, I prefer showbiz chancer
I still to get laid by you

Would you let me lay you down right
you let me live?

Still looking for an answer through the looking
Still not concentrating at the back of the
No thanks, Sir, this for you
It's like a VD only pricks are in it
So fucking dull and professional and
To be frank, Sir, I prefer this showbiz

I'm still looking for an answer the looking grass
Still not concentrating at the back of the
No thanks, Sir, one's for you
Its a VD clinic: only pricks are in it
So fucking corporate and professional and
To be frank, Sir, I this showbiz chancer