Luyện nghe bài hát Happy Camper

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

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

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

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

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

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

in endless winter with your press to keep you sane
wait for useless to grow useful once again
where the heat will come again, flaw grows sick,
your flaw send, the shit you call your 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 a prize, you fucking dink

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

...suck my cock, you excuse for a human being...
you're a neurotic, homophobic, dork... you've also 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"
wanna-be hunk of regenerated red neck bullshit! thank you don't
to rely on that staggering intellect or dynamic personality to
intimidate others, shit for brains. the fuck up, and get out of
your parent's and get a real job, you putz, and for god's sake,
quit such a fucking 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 with reason than go dying for a
and this l.a. rock thing

the malls are buying up
it work, it doesn't work,
it's so I might throw up...
and now I'm put the middle
with the contracts and the bunk, and I end up

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

so if got the gall 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 I'll never tamper
I'll sit and write you songs and be a fucking camper.

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