Luyện nghe bài hát Vegemite

You me that you love me when I'm lying by your side
You me that I am the only one who understands your troubled mind
I am blind to any evil you can do
And that I love you more any other girl could ever do

You love the things that I love: you art and you love books
And you love as much as I do and you love my dirty looks
And you love me now
So how can you love...

It tastes like
It like batteries
It tastes asses
I cannot hold a man so close who spreads cancer on his toast
It is the Vegemite, my darling, or me
You have to make a fucking
I sit with you at breakfast
The smell of it obliterates my senses
And if that bad enough you also eat the shit for lunch
Which means we spend any time together
kind of relationship is that?
The choice is yours, my is in your hands...
Please wash your
You ate Vegemite for lunch you selfish bastard

It's all you, isn't it?
It's just take, take, take,
about me? What about my feelings?
I'm

I had this really awful experience when I was six old
And our British door neighbor, Christopher Gill, he was babysitting us
And he made me eat an entire of Marmite
Which is just Vegemite pretty much except it's even grosser
He made me eat it by telling me it was fudge
And so I swallowed the whole thing and then I had to go to the and throw up
And it really me and I'm sorry I got so emotional, I just...

I you, and no matter what you eat
I'll always you completely
I might just leave the room at meal times
Or refuse to kiss or touch you for a
If you insist on putting that foul death in your mouth
in my heart, but put yourself inside my shoes
I have to know, it shouldn't be too to choose
I know tearing you apart, but it's the way it has to be
It is the Vegemite, my
It is the Vegemite, my
Put the Vegemite, you fucker, or I'll leave