Luyện nghe bài hát Whiteboy

Five nights, no sleep, my battered
Stock markets free fall, dreams
cause, pulled up, a sure winner
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 talk to me, whiteboy, man

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

My mum I look like Yul Brynner
Too old for Hamlet, too for Lear
Got a shaved head, lost weight,
Got a pierced lip 'cause it's still hip to appear

You wanna 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 bling, she wants tat
She wants creams that can cover the

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

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