Luyện nghe bài hát The Cramper

Have you ever a free lancer
Thinks that he's a
Known around my way as the
p.m.s. always pokin'
But he won't go away a little motrin
Now if u ever heard the term and u wonder
The kinda like I guess a modern day felix unger
When ya first meet em ya he's o.k.
But then you a little bit of the cramper goes a long way
Hear say here I say the grapevine
He squawks and he and he walks a thin line
Just like a little fag
He always to get high but never has a bag
Never says he can't find the right job
Ain't got a and when he does he's a tightwad
He's the dampest there's no one
Huh huh.... he's the fuckin cramper
Now the crampers red, no one redder,
He ya wrong like a really tight sweater
He's sorta a mouse a pest of a peer
U come home he's at your drinkin your last beer
Pokin and strokin he makes you wanna him
Always wearin out his mother fuckin
And then sporty's that cautious
He sips from forty and he always backwashes
Talk about a subject, he'll jinx it
Let him borrow a shirt, the stooge shrinks it
He's the dampest, there's no one
Huh huh.... the mother fuckin cramper