Luyện nghe bài hát The Macc Lads' Party

Where's the fucking
Someone's in the kitchen eating pies and tarts,
Bammy's in the bathroom and lighting up his farts.
Now Peter's supping bitter, he's getting canned,
He locks himself in the bog and he's shagging Anne.
The Lads are having a party, round at Mutley's 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 Stez pegs it down the road and breaks into to the offy.
And Charlotte's mushies, she's really off her box,
She's to take her false teeth out and suck some scabby cocks.
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.
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 then they do it right,
If we start it on a Monday then it ends on 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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