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

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