Luyện nghe bài hát The Cramper

Have you ever a free lancer
that he's a camper
Known around my way as the
p.m.s. always pokin'
But he won't go away with a little
Now if u ever heard the term and u wonder
The worms kinda like I guess a modern day felix
When ya first meet em ya he's o.k.
But you learn a little bit of the cramper goes a long way
Hear say here I say the grapevine
He squawks and he gawks and he walks a thin
like a little fuckin fag
He wants to get high but never has a bag
Never works says he can't find the job
got a dime and when he does he's a tightwad
He's the there's no one damp
Huh huh.... the muther fuckin cramper
Now the crampers red, no one redder,
He rides ya wrong a really tight sweater
He's like a mouse a pest of a peer
U come home he's at your house drinkin your beer
Pokin and strokin he makes you wanna him
Always out his mother fuckin welcome
And then never that cautious
He from your forty and he always backwashes
about 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.... the mother fuckin cramper