Luyện nghe bài hát The Macc Lads' Party

Where's the fucking
Someone's in the kitchen eating and mucky tarts,
in the bathroom and he's lighting up his farts.
Now Peter's bitter, he's getting really canned,
He himself in the bog and he's shagging Baggy Anne.
The Macc Lads are having a party, round at place,
You'd better bring some ale my son or we'll you in the face.
Someone shouts "ale's run out, for tea or coffee?"
But Styx pegs it down the road and breaks into to the offy.
And eating mushies, she's really off her box,
She's going to her false teeth out and suck some scabby cocks.
The Macc Lads are a party, round at Mutley's flat,
You'd better bring some ale my son or we'll kick your twat.
The Lads are having a party, round at Mutley's flat,
You'd better bring some ale my son or we'll your fucking twat.
When the Lads have a party then they do it fucking right,
If we start it on a Monday then it ends on night.
You can come if a Macc Lad,
You can fuck off if queer,
You can come if a fit crack,
But you've got to some beer.
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