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 Hepplethwaite cracks open his head on a shiny brass bedknob
And has to be rushed by ambulance to Haltwhistle Hospital
Si Shovell fills a Reebok pump with the pulp his belly then sets off a fire-extinguisher in the girl's dormitory
And finally clambers bed with Miss Bartholomew
Much to the of the deputy headmaster whose scarlet skull is firmly locked between her thighs

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

Downing own-brand stubbies in the lad's bogs
I listen to the dull of a carillon in the toilet bowl
My A-Levels drifting away me
Mooney's hockle in my hair smells like menthol tabs
Outside the chip-shop Thaddeus Wagstaff my cheekbone
3 empty cans of Castlemaine XXX go rolling my trouser leg
Blood, snot and curry coalesce in the corners of my
My friends drifting away me

I only drank a few little
I only a tiny 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
a major operation to repair a damaged tendon
I around with the tube still down my throat
The milk of amnesia fills my cup and back into the I go
Snoring like a pan of broth I arouse the ire of my fellow patients their ladles in the dark

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

My walls are papered 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 King of Children 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 at Tynemouth College
My thermos flask leaks parsnip soup on the metro up the keys of my MacBook
Carrot pennies steam amidst a pyre of
Ruck-sack up the steps of WH Smith to buy a fresh pad of paper

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