Luyện nghe bài hát Vegemite

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

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

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

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

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

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