Luyện nghe bài hát Whiteboy

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

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

night microwaved, TV dinners
Mobile phones her brain shimmer
Don't say the c she got the all clear
That jokes bad and so dog eared

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

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

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

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

Wedded bliss, scans
She wants man
Self esteem and her old body
She

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