Luyện nghe bài hát The Vans Song

Well, you're just a club fag, wearing Doc Martens
Get a of chukka's or some checkerboard slip-ons
Worship Spicoli not Chris Cornell
Get a of vans or God will send you to hell
To hell, to

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

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

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 tell you that they're not in trend
Just tell them the reason why you don't have any friends
No friends', no

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

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

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