Luyện nghe bài hát Happy Camper

you pretentious losers
you've got at all
you've got your fingers in asshole
and hand on the call
and you talk fucking horseshit
that it's to believe
that you make careers out of being naive

you, you are a fucker coz you my guitar
you, you are a fucker, fortune in bars
you, you are a fucker, coz you say such shit
I've got a line in pocket 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 you've got the nerve to ask me my temper?
why yes, I have a fucking happy camper!

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

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

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

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

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

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

...suck my cock, you pathetic for a human being...
you're a neurotic, homophobic, racist dork... also got a lot
of to dick with someone else's life, you fucking pseudo ghetto
"boy in the hood" middle class white spoiled bored "gangsta"
wanna-be hunk of regenerated red bullshit! thank christ you don't
have to rely on that staggering intellect or personality to
others, shit for brains. shut the fuck up, and get out of
your parent's house and get a real job, you putz, and for sake,
quit being such a sheep!!! now grow the hell up!!!... dink.
I let it get me down because you're in it for the
and I'd rather leave with reason than go dying for a
and this whole l.a. thing

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

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

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

yeah, send me out a and in clauses you will lurk
the smaller so I can give it all and save you work
you say an album's not an album issues left to hamper...
then, fuck,
...I I am a fucking
...happy
...fucking
...camper.