Luyện nghe bài hát Happy Camper

you fucking losers
got nothing at all
you've got your in your asshole
and your hand on the
and you talk such horseshit
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 in bars
you, you are a fucker, coz you say stupid shit
I've got a better line in lint
than what you've with it

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

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

I hate your loser friends who only 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 test the stronger
will just some chicken shit and also sneakers for the run.

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

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

stuck in the winter, and wet,
your stupid friends come and went
and you've behind your idiot job,
and it's far from a prize, you 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, dork... you've also got a lot
of balls to dick with someone else's life, you pseudo ghetto
"boy in the hood" middle white spoiled rotten bored "gangsta"
wanna-be hunk of regenerated red neck bullshit! christ you don't
have to rely on that staggering intellect or personality to
intimidate others, for brains. shut the fuck up, and get out of
parent's 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 down because in it for the glory
and I'd leave with reason than go dying for a story
and whole l.a. rock thing

that the malls are 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 some kiss and tell,
that way my music's shit and it ain't ever going to sell

so if you've got the gall to take this shit up your ass
and youv'e got the cash and balls to the same crap out in mass
then hell, stand aside and with your plans I'll never 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 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.