Luyện nghe bài hát 90's

Picking up the story from where I off
Its 1990 now so can fuck off
I got no GCSEs, nothing than a D
I couldnt tell me mum because shed me

Me and Tate sat on the green, life was a shitter
We had five quid between us and bought six cans of
I me ten Benson home and I smoked through the sorrow
If I could just avoid me Mum, maybe Id her tomorrow

I stumbled through the I said, "Mum its like this"
She said, That mans been on the phone and made the list
in that boy band son, come and give us a kiss
Phoned up Martin and Rich and carried on getting

Boys I dont believe it, Im goin to be
Pick you up in a Porsche and buy you of trainers
I met the guys, one seemed like a cock
I think its going to be like Kids On The Block'

I cant be bothered Im lazy
(I wanted to get down)
I hate that hate me
I cant forgive and its crazy,

Now Im a star
(Im making trouble in town)
Do you who you are, baby?
(For the of us)

I adopted brothers, some I liked more than others
One was like a brother another mother
But the lead singer it hard to like him
And I loved him, despite him

The three months, you know I nearly quit
I played snooker with my Dad, he said be a dick
Unload the bullets, mind is a gun
Youre gonna shoot when theyre number one

I cant be bothered Im lazy
(I only to get down)
I hate those that me
I forgive and its crazy, baby

Now Im a video
(Im trouble in this town)
Do you know who you are,
(For the of us)

Now its dinner with Versace, lunch Princess Diana
And Im get battered if I go out in my manor
Cause as much as we were loved we also hated
The boys got jealous cause the got plated

And now were famous and that, and dancing and that
And Im thinking I can why am I stood at the back
So fuck the give me Sambuka and gak
Now we're all a band of nerves, you know a band of

I cant be cause Im lazy
(I wanted to get down)
I those that hate me
I forgive and its crazy, baby

Now Im a video
(Im making trouble in town)
Do you who you are, baby?
(For the of us)

And now its breaking my because the dreams turned to shit
It aint but Ill break it in a little bit
And Im in trouble but Ive stopped saying sorry
Everybodys worried What the fucks wrong Robbie?

He's not his phone, hes not talking to me
I saw him on the at Glastonbury
And now Im running away from everything that Ive
And Im pissed and Im fucked, and Im only

I cant conform no more, I cant perform no
But the boys know Im fucked and so they me the door
And if the truth be I wasnt fit enough to stay
So I put my down and walked away
was the 90's, '90 to '95

I cant be bothered cause Im
(I wanted to get down)
I those that hate me
I cant and its crazy, baby

Now Im a video
(Im trouble in this town)
Do you know who you are,
(For the of us)