Luyện nghe bài hát Timmy Yo

This is a song for one of the of punk
All the star bullshit he wasn't afraid to debunk
himself a musical commie
When in fact he was mommy

Gave the a good place to go
And the of bands somewhere to show
Now he is dead for over five
Where are all the for all your careers

NOFX for made their way
Laughing at what the punks had to say
Taking the piss out of everyone's anger and
While a shill for the warped sneaker tour fashion

Epitaph, you us cry and laugh
As you back and rake in the cash
You're the chief magnate of the music machine
and you could say you fucked up the scene

Raking in fucking in dough
does the scene have to show?
Shrewd business men, you your big score
For the bands charging thirty dollars at the

Well you fat cats slap yourselves on the
Your greed and piggishness are documented
You all think you're special and
Real punks everywhere hope you burn in

So song is for you Timmy you were true blue
You could see where it was going, you new
Bad Religion hanging out with Spears
Pink and Rancid helping each others

Sell out for better distribution
It's an old line, a shitty
Now part of the music conglomeration
Selling your punk to the whole nation

So I am if it all doesn't mean shit to me
This music was to set us free
Not to buy houses up in the Hollywood
All you beautiful so talented give me the chills