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

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