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

The bastards, are they playing at?
Don't like the music, like the words
like the sentiments
Well keep it for the birds and bees, boys,
Yes that's right, I out of line
What do you want? What do you
As long as I play it moderate, fine
off runt, fuck off runt
Pick your nose with your 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 who want to change this mess
There's people our there who are trying to
People who care, now, do you give?
So many parasites living off our
So many fuckers in for they can get
Punk ain't about standards and your rules
It another 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 grab a
But it stinks so bad [where you come
going to smell your fart?
"CAN YOU PUT ME ON THE
IS THERE ANY FREEBIE
I CAN'T WRITE I FEEL WELL PISSED"
Piss off, you stink.