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
Don't the sentiments
keep it for the birds and bees, boys, bastards
Yes that's right, I stepped out of
What do you want? do you want?
As long as I it moderate, that's fine
Fuck off runt, 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 of the press
Ridicule and criticise those who want to change this
There's our there who are trying to live
People who care, now, do you give?
So many living off our sweat
So many fuckers in for they can get
Punk ain't about your and your rules
It ain't another for the suckers and the fools
Your sit behind typewriters shovelling shit
Rotting in the decadence of crap lined pit
Waiting for the action, so you can grab a
But it stinks so bad [where you from]
Who's going to your fart?
"CAN YOU PUT ME ON THE
IS THERE ANY DRINK?
I WRITE UNLESS I FEEL WELL PISSED"
off, you fucking stink.