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

The bastards, are they playing at?
Don't like the music, don't the words
Don't like the
keep it for the birds and bees, boys, bastards
Yes that's right, I out of line
What do you want? do you want?
As long as I it moderate, that's fine
off runt, fuck off runt
Pick your nose with ball pen, put your snot in Sounds
Back to your pen with your street cred minds
You and whine from the pages of the press
Ridicule and criticise those who want to change this
There's our there who are trying to live
People who care, now, what do you
So many parasites living off our
So fuckers in for what 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
Rotting in the decadence of your crap pit
Waiting for the action, so you can a part
But it stinks so bad [where you come
Who's going to smell fart?
"CAN YOU PUT ME ON THE
IS THERE ANY FREEBIE
I CAN'T WRITE UNLESS I WELL PISSED"
off, you fucking stink.