Luyện nghe bài hát C'n'c-s Mithering

Three
months
Three
Three
A
A
To explain
First was 'n' carry house dance
In Lancashire A
In Nat Ltd. empire
Kwik is there
The scene here
Then was
was America
We there
Big A&M was there**
His offices had air
But his was mediocre
US purge, rock 'n' pop
Their filched
And the of their lives
Is...
All the English
Act like peasants with free
On a
On a to the loot
To mountain
wacky English proletariat idiots
Californians always of sex
Or of death
hundred girl deaths
A Mexico revenge, stolen land
They get it off on
"Don't me please"
Rapist the TVs
And the of their lives
Is S.E.X..
I dreams, I can see
of negro Nazis
Like with beards
Hydrochloric weirds
from audience at Cyprus Tavern ]
This was going to be crap rap fourteen,
but now Stop Mithering.
The that drain you off and drive you off the hinge.
Boils, socks, the ceilings collapse.
The morning loud lawn mower,
the upstairs Jewish damn hoovering, with valium cig
withdrawal.
She wants communal, fluent household.
I privacy.
The dentist doctors surgery,
Clip, clop, ring, knock,
Stop
The estates stick up like
The estates stick up stacks
The residents wild dogs
And on father's bedroom closet top,
blanket boxes
Surplus jonnies, pictures
To children they sing
Stop
You think you've got it bad thin ties,
songs synthesized, or circles with A in the middle.
Make joke records, hang out Gary Bushell,
round table. "I like your single yer great!"
A of low IQ's.
There are three of audience.
My acquaintances, go soft, go places,
on record expenses.
I humor, manners become barbed, righteous, don't know it.
The smart hedonists, same as last verse, allusions
H in electronics, on false histrionics,
Corpse dicks, pose to a good film, him, him
Stop
I'm not joining conventional band.
The is experimental, the conventional is now
experimental,
And is no way noble, and I'm no stock thing.
So mithering.
Engineers up for cars.
I try to let down their tyres with matches to them molten.
Ouch! Ouch!
They say I rip off Johnny
They always for more pay.
say "See yer mate..Yeh...see yer mate"
To their mothers sing
Stop
Even the drowned penile test.
He out for sex.
He magazine contest.
White tan in the mirror.
Spotty exterior hides a interior.
He's not enemy.
He's not your enemy, his is not Harry.
The secret of and Carry.