Luyện nghe bài hát Happy Camper

you pretentious losers
got nothing at all
you've got fingers in your asshole
and your hand on the
and you talk such fucking
it's hard to believe
that you almost make out of being naive

you, you are a fucker coz you sold my
you, you are a fucker, seeking fortune in
you, you are a fucker, coz you say such stupid
I've got a line in pocket lint
than what you've done it

so if you are an who pretends to be a friend
then get ass in music, you'll be set to the end, ending,
and now got the nerve to ask me about my temper?
why yes, I have become a fucking camper!

I hate your fucking faces and trendy cut hair,
I hate the you think your job will go anywhere
because it's use is just the same as what I into the bowl
just like the mess between your is like the mess in my hole

I hate your loser friends who come out when it's right
I hate that when down you run instead of fight
I'm set to you lot in life to test the stronger ones
will just require chicken shit and also sneakers for the run.

I dig it away, the shit you instead of swallowed,
in an to try and find the dick instead of the load,
so when you move and aside my mood will hamper,
and yes, I will a fucking happy camper!

stuck in endless with your press to keep you sane
wait for useless numbers to grow once again
where the heat will come again, flaw grows sick,
your flaw will send, the shit you call business
to the place is your end

stuck in the winter, and wet,
your stupid friends have and went
and you've left behind your job,
and it's far from a prize, you fucking

...your'e a dink... yeah!
...how's this for dink!!!

...suck my cock, you pathetic excuse for a being...
a neurotic, homophobic, racist dork... you've also got a lot
of balls to dick with else's life, you fucking pseudo ghetto
"boy in the hood" middle class white spoiled bored "gangsta"
wanna-be hunk of regenerated red neck bullshit! thank christ you
have to rely on that staggering intellect or dynamic to
intimidate others, shit for brains. the fuck up, and get out of
your house and get a real job, you putz, and for god's sake,
quit being such a sheep!!! now grow the hell up!!!... dink.
I let it get me because you're in it for the glory
and I'd rather leave reason than go dying for a story
and this whole l.a. rock

that the malls are up
it doesn't work, it work,
it's so inbred I throw up...
and now I'm put into the
with the contracts and the bunk, and I end up

hearing "hey, man, punk... let's have punk!"
so here I am to do a favour, save some kiss and tell,
that way my music's shit and it ain't ever going to sell

so if you've got the to take this shit blown up your ass
and youv'e got the cash and balls to pump the same out in mass
then hell, I'll stand aside and with your plans I'll tamper
I'll sit and write you and be a fucking happy camper.

yeah, send me out a contract and in you will lurk
the smaller so I can give it all and save you work
you say an album's not an album without left to hamper...
then, fuck,
...I I am a fucking
...happy
...fucking
...camper.