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
Labeled himself a commie
in fact he was everyone's mommy

Gave the kids a good to go
And the unheard of bands somewhere to
Now he is dead for over years
Where are all the tributes for all your

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

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

Raking in fucking millions in
does the scene have to show?
Shrewd men, you made your big score
For the charging thirty dollars at the door

Well you fat slap yourselves on the back
Your greed and piggishness are documented
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 out with Britney Spears
Pink and Rancid helping each others

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

So I am sorry if it all doesn't mean 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