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

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