Luyện nghe bài hát Timmy Yo

This is a song for one of the godfather's of
All the rock star he wasn't afraid to debunk
Labeled himself a musical
When in fact he was mommy

Gave the kids a place to go
And the of bands somewhere to show
Now he is dead for over years
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 and passion
being a shill for the warped sneaker tour fashion

Epitaph, you make us cry and
As you back and rake in the cash
You're the chief of the music money machine
Yeah and you could say you up the scene

in fucking millions in dough
What does the scene to show?
business men, you made your big score
For the bands charging thirty at the door

you fat cats slap yourselves on the back
Your greed and are documented facts
You all you're special and swell
Real punks everywhere you burn in hell

So this song is for you Timmy you true blue
You could see it was going, you already new
Bad Religion hanging out with Britney
Pink and Rancid each others careers

Sell yourself out for better
an old line, a shitty solution
Now you're part of the conglomeration
Selling punk attitudes to the whole nation

So I am sorry if it all mean shit to me
This music was supposed to set us
Not to buy houses up in the Hills
All you beautiful so talented give me the chills