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

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