Luyện nghe bài hát Happy Camper

you pretentious losers
got nothing at all
you've got your fingers in asshole
and your on the call
and you talk fucking 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, fortune in bars
you, you are a fucker, coz you say such stupid
I've got a better line in pocket
what you've 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 about my
why yes, I have a fucking happy camper!

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

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

I dig it away, the you puked instead 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!

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

in the winter, cold and wet,
your friends have 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 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 dick with someone else's life, you fucking pseudo
"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 dynamic to
intimidate others, shit for brains. shut the up, and get out of
your parent's house and get a real job, you putz, and for sake,
quit such a fucking 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 this l.a. rock thing

that the malls are up
it doesn't work, it work,
so inbred I might throw up...
and now I'm put the middle
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 some hassle and tell,
that either way my music's shit and it 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 balls to pump the same crap out in
then hell, I'll stand aside and with your plans 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 so I can give it all and save you work
you say an album's not an without issues left to hamper...
then, fuck,
...I I am a fucking
...happy
...fucking
...camper.