Luyện nghe bài hát Wore Out The Soles Of My Party Boots

Life is but I don't wanna live past you
you are my only roots
I was the king of the drug, booze
Now I've worn out the soles of my boots

So call me faced, 'Master of Disgrace'
I don't care my outer skin
Is thick like crust and a liver rusted out
Now, I'm on a

Everybody wants to a shit outta me
I won't give it but I'll give
I gotta memory box my memory blocks me
From remembering

All the blacked out into white out mornings
Into gray matter
So call me Fat Fuck, geriatric rock
Give it 'cause I deserve

A verbal from an audience bleating
And a with no concern
Everybody to give a shit outta me
I won't give it but I'll irresponsiveness

Everybody wants to drag me up
I wanna go but the price going up
Going is simple and practical
low but keeping it cynical
I'm on the wagon and it's a drag
a key kick, shot and a drag

Evidently no one likes a
Or an old punk's
So I'm for the tap
On my shoulder 'cause we're all getting not better
The laughs are no with us

So call me Fat Fuck, punk
me Fat Fuck, geriatric punk
Call me Fat Fuck, punk
Shit faced, of Disgrace