Luyện nghe bài hát The Vile Stuff

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

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

Downing Asda's own-brand stubbies in the bogs
I listen to the dull reflection of a in the toilet bowl
My A-Levels drifting from me
Matthew Mooney's in my hair smells like menthol tabs
Outside the chip-shop Thaddeus fractures my cheekbone
3 empty cans of Castlemaine XXX go down my trouser leg
Blood, snot and curry coalesce in the of my nails
My friends drifting from me

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

Attempting to penetrate a 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 tendon
I come with the tube still down my throat
The milk of fills my cup and back 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 lost two fingers to a Staffy-cross
Whilst jogging Cow Hill with 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 reckons I should try
He it would benefit my peace of mind

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

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

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