Luyện nghe bài hát The Brits

Well Brits night was so fucking boring
Past the of yes, yes, Charlene
in the bogs till seven 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 female or two
Nearly everything I said I'd end getting
Spitting at the paps, rude in the news
Oh yes, you're rocking with the best
Second person in my year to have a breast
I'm nearly forty now and I'm still
Here's the midlife crisis I
Oh, I recall taking in the of it all

I'm still looking for an answer through the grass
Still not concentrating at the back of the
No thanks, Sir, one's 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 still want to get laid by you,

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

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

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

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

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