Luyện nghe bài hát Happy Camper

you pretentious losers
got nothing at all
you've got your in your asshole
and your on the call
and you talk such horseshit
that it's hard to
that you make careers 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 better line in lint
than what done with it

so if you are an asshole who to be a friend
get your 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 a fucking happy camper!

I hate fucking faces and your trendy cut hair,
I hate the fact you think your job go anywhere
because use is just the same as what I shit into the bowl
just like the mess your ears is like the mess in my hole

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

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

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

in the winter, cold and wet,
your friends have come and went
and left behind your idiot job,
and it's far from a prize, you dink

...your'e a dink... yeah!
...how's for punk? dink!!!

...suck my cock, you pathetic for a human being...
you're a neurotic, homophobic, racist dork... you've got a lot
of balls to with someone else's life, you fucking pseudo ghetto
"boy in the hood" middle white spoiled rotten bored "gangsta"
hunk of regenerated red neck bullshit! thank christ you don't
have to rely on staggering intellect or dynamic personality to
intimidate others, for brains. shut 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 fucking sheep!!! now the hell up!!!... dink.
I let it get me because you're in it for the glory
and I'd leave with reason than go dying for a story
and this l.a. rock thing

that the are buying up
it doesn't work, it work,
it's so inbred I might up...
and now I'm put into the
the contracts and the bunk, and I always end up

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

so if you've got the gall to take this blown up your ass
and youv'e got the cash and balls to pump the same crap out in
hell, I'll stand aside and with your plans I'll never tamper
I'll sit and write you songs and be a fucking camper.

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