Luyện nghe bài hát The Vile Stuff

Year 7's on a school trip to Featherstone Castle and some wee scallywag's brung a Coca-Cola bottle a spirit
Poor Peter Hepplethwaite cracks open his head on a brass bedknob
And has to be by helicopter ambulance to Haltwhistle Hospital
Si Shovell fills a pump with the pulp from his belly then sets off a fire-extinguisher in the girl's dormitory
And finally clambers into bed Miss Bartholomew
Much to the chagrin of the headmaster whose scarlet skull is firmly locked between her thighs

I only a few little droplets
I took a tiny draught of the vile stuff

Downing own-brand stubbies in the lad's bogs
I to the dull reflection of a carillon in the toilet bowl
My drifting away from me
Matthew Mooney's hockle in my smells like menthol tabs
Outside the chip-shop Wagstaff fractures my cheekbone
3 empty cans of Castlemaine XXX go rolling down my leg
Blood, snot and curry in the corners of my nails
My friends drifting from me

I drank a few little droplets
I only a tiny draught of the vile stuff

Attempting to a coconut husk with a Philips-head screwdriver
I pierce a hole through my hand into the laminate worktop
It's a major operation to repair a damaged
I around with the tube still down my throat
The milk of amnesia fills my cup and back the hole I go
Snoring like a pan of broth I arouse the ire of my fellow patients their ladles in the dark

My neighbor Andrew two fingers to a Staffy-cross
Whilst jogging over Cow Hill a Pepperami in his bum-bag
He's a junior partner at James & james no-win no-fee solicitor thinking of relocating to a monastery in Halifax
He I should try meditation
He reckons it would benefit my peace of

My bedroom walls are with the stripes of Newcastle United
Between which I perceive the presence of a figure holding aloft a flaming quiver of bramble silhouettes
He is the of Children singing like a boiler, "tomorrow is on its way"

I haven't had a wink of and now the sun is in my porridge
I'm starting a BTEC in engineering at College
My thermos flask parsnip soup on the metro clogging up the keys of my MacBook
Carrot pennies steam amidst a pyre of
Ruck-sack dripping up the steps of WH to buy a fresh pad of paper

I only drank a few droplets
I only took a tiny of the vile stuff