Luyện nghe bài hát Whiteboy

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

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

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

My mum says I like Yul Brynner
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 talk to me, whiteboy, man

And I'm all up
droning 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 that
She wants bling, she tat
She wants that can cover the cracks

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

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