Luyện nghe bài hát The Vans Song

Well, just like a club fag, wearing Doc Martens
Get a pair of or some checkerboard slip-ons
Worship Jeff Spicoli not Cornell
Get a pair of vans or God send you to hell
To hell, to

Well you Doc Martens are the coolest invention
Since someone sliced a loaf of bread in someone else's
The truth this is that you just plain suck
So why should I tell you not to waste a hundred

Vans in my head, vans on my
My sole is on the ground when I'm down the street
Two, three,
Don't wear no Doc Martens can't no Birkenstocks
Just a crummy old pair of Chuka boots and a smelly old pair of

Well if you want to wear them, you don't have to ride a
You can wear them with a pair of old cords
Someone'll probably you that they're not in trend
Just tell them that's the why you don't have any friends
No friends', no

Now I don't hear about alternative footwear
And I don't wanna hear your new hair-do
See, I don't give a about you stupid motherfuckers
'Cause I just get a pair of olive green Chuka's

in my head, vans on my feet
My sole is on the ground when I'm down the street
Two, three,
wear no Doc Martens can't wear no Birkenstocks
Just a crummy old pair of Chuka boots and a smelly old pair of

in my head, vans on my feet
My sole is on the ground when I'm walking the street
Two, three,
Don't wear no Doc Martens can't wear no
Just a crummy old of Chuka boots and a smelly old pair of socks