Luyện nghe bài hát Whiteboy

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

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

Every night microwaved, TV
Mobile phones make her brain
Don't say the c word she got the all
jokes bad taste and so dog eared

My mum says I like Yul Brynner
Too old for Hamlet, too for Lear
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 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 wants creams that can cover the

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

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