Luyện nghe bài hát The Cramper

Have you ever a free lancer
Thinks he's a camper
around my way as the cramper
Like p.m.s. pokin'
But he won't go away a little motrin
Now if u ever heard the term and u wonder
The worms kinda like I guess a modern day unger
When ya first em ya think he's o.k.
But then you learn a bit of the cramper goes a long way
Hear say I say thru the grapevine
He squawks and he gawks and he walks a thin
like a little fuckin fag
He always wants to get but never has a bag
Never works says he can't the right job
Ain't got a dime and when he he's a tightwad
He's the dampest there's no one
Huh huh.... he's the muther cramper
Now the red, there's no one redder,
He rides ya wrong a really tight sweater
sorta like a mouse a pest of a peer
U come home he's at your house drinkin last beer
Pokin and he makes you wanna belt him
Always out his mother fuckin welcome
And then sporty's never cautious
He sips your forty and he always backwashes
Talk a certain subject, he'll jinx it
Let him borrow a shirt, the stooge always it
He's the dampest, there's no one
Huh huh.... he's the mother fuckin