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

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

So call me shit faced, 'Master of
I don't care 'cause my skin
Is thick crust and a liver that's rusted out
Now, I'm on a

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

All the out nights into white out mornings
Into gray matter
So me Fat Fuck, geriatric punk rock
Give it straight I deserve

A beating from an audience bleating
And a melee with no
wants to give a shit outta me
I won't give it but give irresponsiveness

Everybody to drag me up again
I go but the price keeps going up
Going is simple and practical
Laying low but it cynical
I'm on the and it's such 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 'cause we're all getting older not better
The laughs are no longer us

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