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

The bastards, what are playing at?
Don't like the music, don't like the
like the sentiments
Well keep it for the and bees, boys, bastards
Yes that's right, I stepped out of
What do you want? What do you
As as I play it moderate, that's fine
Fuck off runt, off runt
Pick your with your ball pen, put your snot in Sounds
Back to play pen with your street cred minds
You whimper and whine from the of the press
Ridicule and criticise those who to change this mess
There's people our there who are trying to
People who care, now, what do you
So many parasites off our sweat
So many fuckers in for they can get
Punk ain't about your and your rules
It ain't product for the suckers and the fools
Your sit your typewriters shovelling 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 come
Who's going to smell your
"CAN YOU PUT ME ON THE
IS THERE ANY FREEBIE
I CAN'T UNLESS I FEEL WELL PISSED"
Piss off, you stink.