Luyện nghe bài hát Hurry Up Garry (the Parsons Farted)

The bastards, what are playing at?
Don't like the music, like the words
like the sentiments
Well it for the birds and bees, boys, bastards
Yes right, I stepped out of line
do you want? What do you want?
As as I play it moderate, that's fine
Fuck off runt, fuck off
Pick your nose with your pen, put your snot in Sounds
Back to your play pen with street cred minds
You whimper and whine the pages of the press
Ridicule and criticise those who to change this mess
There's people our there who are trying to
who care, now, what do you give?
So parasites living off our sweat
So many fuckers in for what can get
Punk ain't about your standards and your
It ain't another product for the suckers and the
Your sit behind typewriters shovelling shit
in the decadence of your crap lined pit
Waiting for the action, so you can grab a
But it so bad [where you come from]
going to smell your fart?
"CAN YOU PUT ME ON THE
IS THERE ANY FREEBIE
I CAN'T WRITE UNLESS I WELL PISSED"
off, you fucking stink.