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

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

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

Everybody wants to give a shit me
I give it but I'll give ambivalence
I gotta memory box 'cause my blocks me
From weeks

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

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

Everybody wants to drag me up
I go but the price keeps going up
Going down is and practical
Laying low but keeping it
I'm on the and it's such a drag
Without a key kick, and a drag

Evidently no one a quitter
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, geriatric
Call me Fat Fuck, punk
Call me Fat Fuck, punk
faced, Master of Disgrace