Luyện nghe bài hát Mrs. Butterworth

Your life is shit,
Your life is bogus,
life is crime, crime
Your life is hell,

I'm die, start a new union
I'm gonna die, with my
I'm gonna die, start a new
I'm die, don't fuck with me

life is shit, shit
Your life is clean, its
Your life is lame, not so funny
life is stale, frail, frail

I'm gonna die, a new union
I'm gonna on my libido
I'm gonna die, start a new
I'm gonna hell on my

I'm gonna die, a new union
I'm gonna on my libido
I'm gonna die, a new union
I'm die, watch the pain!

life is shit

I'm gonna open up myself a flea
I'm open up myself a flea market
And you're gonna wish you did
And retire on the

First off, I'm empty out all of my Mrs. Butterworth jars
And I'm put 'em on a shelf
With my 800 dollar a month tax free Century21
And then I am to put my Mrs. Butterworth syrup jars on the shelf
Next to all the commemorative food chain glasses and cups
I've accumulated over the 62 years

I'm going to get some plywood
I'm going to get some
And cut them up into two by two squares
Then I'm to get some burlap
And I'm going to cut into two by two feet squares
And then I'm going to put onto the pieces of plywood
And I'm going to go to the beach
I'm going to go to the
And I'm gonna collect shells and driftwood

And then I'm to take the shells and driftwood
And glue them the plywood and burlap
And 'em for lots of money
People will be top dollar
For my kids' new used new and clothing
Then someday I can get rid of that piss-stained mattress
I've been on

I'm gonna die, a new union
I'm gonna on my libido
I'm gonna die, start a new
I'm die on my libido

I'm gonna die, start a new
I'm gonna die on my
I'm gonna die, start a new
I'm gonna die, the pain