Luyện nghe bài hát Mrs. Butterworth

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

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

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

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

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

Your is shit

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

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

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

And I'm going to take the shells and driftwood
And glue them onto the and burlap
And 'em for lots of money
People be paying top dollar
For my kids' new used new toys and
Then maybe I can get rid of that piss-stained mattress
been sleeping on

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

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