Luyện nghe bài hát The Vile Stuff

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I had a wink of sleep and now the sun is in my porridge
I'm starting a BTEC in at Tynemouth College
My thermos flask leaks soup on the metro clogging up the keys of my MacBook
Carrot pennies steam amidst a pyre of
Ruck-sack dripping up the of WH Smith to buy a fresh pad of paper

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