Luyện nghe bài hát C'n'c-s Mithering

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