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

The bastards, what are playing at?
Don't the music, don't like the words
like the sentiments
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, fuck off
Pick nose with your ball pen, put your snot in Sounds
Back to your play pen with your cred minds
You whimper and whine from the pages of the
Ridicule and criticise those who want to change this
There's people our who are trying to live
People who care, now, do you give?
So many living off our sweat
So fuckers in for what they can get
Punk ain't about your standards and rules
It ain't another product for the suckers and the
Your sit behind your shovelling 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
going to smell your fart?
"CAN YOU PUT ME ON THE
IS ANY FREEBIE DRINK?
I CAN'T WRITE I FEEL WELL PISSED"
off, you fucking stink.