Luyện nghe bài hát Whiteboy

Five nights, no sleep, my mind's
Stock free fall, dreams shattered
Lost cause, pulled up, a sure
Made a few bob, in a new job as a killer

You talk to me, whiteboy, man
You talk to me, whiteboy, boy, man
You wanna to me, whiteboy, man

Every night microwaved, TV
Mobile make her brain shimmer
say the c word she got the all clear
That bad taste and so dog eared

My mum says I look Yul Brynner
Too old for Hamlet, too young for
Got a head, lost weight, fakir
Got a lip 'cause it's still hip to appear queer

You talk to me, whiteboy, man
You wanna to me, whiteboy, boy, man
You talk to me, whiteboy, man

And I'm all up
Mum's on and on, and on, and on
And I'm all up
Mum's on and on, and on, and on

She wants this, she wants
She bling, she wants tat
She creams that can cover the cracks

Wedded bliss, cancer
She family man
Self esteem and her old back
She

You talk to me, whiteboy, man
You talk to me, whiteboy, boy, man
You wanna to me, whiteboy, man