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

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

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

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

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

A verbal beating from an bleating
And a melee with no
Everybody wants to give a shit me
I give it but I'll give irresponsiveness

Everybody wants to drag me up
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
Without a key kick, and a drag

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

So me Fat Fuck, geriatric punk
me Fat Fuck, geriatric punk
Call me Fat Fuck, geriatric
faced, Master of Disgrace