Luyện nghe bài hát The Macc Lads' Party

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