Luyện nghe bài hát Happy Camper

you pretentious losers
got nothing 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 sold my
you, you are a fucker, seeking in bars
you, you are a fucker, coz you say stupid shit
I've got a line in pocket lint
than what you've with it

so if you are an who pretends 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 become a fucking happy camper!

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

I hate loser friends who only 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 shit and sneakers for the run.

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

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

stuck in the winter, and wet,
stupid friends have come 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 excuse for a human being...
a neurotic, homophobic, racist dork... you've also got a lot
of balls to dick with someone else's life, you pseudo ghetto
"boy in the hood" middle class white rotten bored "gangsta"
wanna-be hunk of regenerated red neck bullshit! christ you don't
have to on that staggering intellect or dynamic 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 a fucking 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 for a story
and this l.a. rock thing

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

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

so if you've got the gall to this shit blown up your ass
and youv'e got the cash and to pump the same crap 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, send me out a contract and in you will lurk
the smaller points so I can it all and save you work
you say an album's not an album without issues to hamper...
then, fuck,
...I guess I am a
...happy
...fucking
...camper.