Luyện nghe bài hát Timmy Yo

This is a song for one of the of punk
All the rock bullshit he wasn't afraid to debunk
Labeled a musical commie
When in fact he was everyone's

the kids a good place to go
And the unheard of bands to show
Now he is dead for over five
Where are all the tributes for all careers

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

Epitaph, you us cry and laugh
As you kick and rake in the cash
the chief magnate of the music money machine
Yeah and you could say you up the scene

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

Well you fat cats slap on the back
Your greed and are documented facts
You all think special and swell
Real everywhere hope you burn in hell

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

Sell out for better distribution
It's an old line, a solution
Now you're of the music 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 Hollywood
All you beautiful so talented people me the chills