Luyện nghe bài hát Timmy Yo

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

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

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

Epitaph, you us cry and laugh
As you kick back and rake in the
You're the chief of the music money machine
Yeah and you say you fucked up the scene

Raking in fucking millions in
What does the scene have to
business men, you made your big score
For the bands thirty dollars at the door

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

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

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

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