Luyện nghe bài hát C'n'c-s Mithering

Three
months
Three
Three
A
A
To explain
First was cash 'n' carry dance
In Lancashire A
In King Nat Ltd.
Kwik Save is
The started here
Then was
Then was
We went
Big A&M was there**
His had fresh air
But his was mediocre
US purge, 'n' pop filth
Their material's
And the secret of lives
Is...
All the English
Act like peasants with free
On a
On a route to the
To candy
Five wacky proletariat idiots
Californians think of sex
Or think of
Five hundred deaths
A Mexico revenge, stolen land
really 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
of negro Nazis
Like Faust beards
Hydrochloric weirds
from audience at Cyprus Tavern ]
This was to be called crap rap fourteen,
but it's now Mithering.
The things that you off and drive you off the hinge.
Boils, dirty socks, the collapse.
The Sunday morning lawn mower,
the upstairs Jewish girl damn hoovering, with cig
withdrawal.
She wants communal, fluent household.
I privacy.
The bastard dentist surgery,
Clip, clop, ring, knock,
mithering***
The estates up like stacks
The estates stick up like
The residents keep wild
And on father's bedroom closet top,
blanket boxes
Surplus jonnies, demob
To their they sing
mithering
You think got it bad with thin ties,
miserable songs synthesized, or circles A in the middle.
Make joke records, hang out Gary Bushell,
Join round table. "I like your yer great!"
A of low IQ's.
There are three of audience.
My acquaintances, go soft, go places,
on company expenses.
I lose humor, manners become barbed, righteous, don't it.
The smart hedonists, same as last verse, allusions
H in electronics, on stage histrionics,
Corpse mauling dicks, pose to a 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!
say I rip off Johnny Rotten
They always for more pay.
say "See yer mate..Yeh...see yer mate"
To their they sing
mithering
Even the drowned tissue test.
He out for sex.
He magazine contest.
tan horror in the mirror.
Spotty exterior a spotty interior.
He's not enemy.
He's not enemy, his name is not Harry.
The of Cash and Carry.