Luyện nghe bài hát The Vile Stuff

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

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

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

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

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

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

My bedroom walls are papered with the stripes of Newcastle
Between which I perceive the presence of a horse-headed figure holding 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 sleep and now the sun is in my
I'm starting a BTEC in engineering at College
My thermos flask leaks parsnip soup on the metro clogging up the keys of my
Carrot pennies steam amidst a of pencils
dripping up the steps of WH Smith to buy a fresh pad of paper

I only drank a few little
I only took a tiny draught of the vile