Luyện nghe bài hát Vegemite

You tell me that you love me when I'm lying by your
You tell me that I am the only one who your troubled mind
That I am to any evil you can do
And that I love you than any other girl could ever do

You love the things I love: you love art and you love books
And you love as much as I do and you love my dirty looks
And you me right now
So how can you love...

It like sadness
It tastes batteries
It tastes asses
I cannot hold a man so who spreads this cancer on his toast
It is the Vegemite, my darling, or me
You have to make a choice
I cannot sit with you at
The very smell of it my senses
And if that bad enough you also eat the shit for lunch
Which means we can't spend any time
What kind of is that?
The choice is yours, my is in your hands...
Please your hands
You just ate Vegemite for you selfish bastard

It's all about you, it?
It's take, take, take, take
What about me? What my feelings?
I'm

I had this really awful experience I was six years old
And our British door neighbor, Christopher Gill, he was babysitting us
And he made me eat an spoonful of Marmite
Which is like Vegemite pretty much except it's even grosser
He made me eat it by telling me it was fudge
And so I swallowed the whole thing and then I had to go to the bathroom and up
And it really me and I'm sorry I got so emotional, I just...

I you, and no matter what you eat
always love you completely
I might just always leave the room at meal
Or refuse to kiss or you for a week
If you insist on putting that foul death paste in your
You're in my heart, but put yourself my shoes
I have to know, it shouldn't be too to choose
I know tearing you apart, but it's the way it has to be
It is the Vegemite, my
It is the Vegemite, my
Put down the Vegemite, you fucker, or leave