Luyện nghe bài hát Fishin' Hole

Wanna some quality time with my son
So I him down to the fishin' hole
Didn't like the feelin' of worm in his hand
Got mad, down his fishin' pole

Said, "That's alright, son. go and get an ice cream"
"Let old man buy you a treat"
But he didn't like no flavors up upon that
crying, and ran into the street...

He's an asshole, my kid's an
I swear it just float my boat
crying, always crying
Made me wanna him in his little throat
Called my up to tell her what had happened
How our son had run
She said, "Don't worry, baby, I talk to him"
"And will be okay"

My lady's an asshole, an asshole
Her assholishness is off the
Always perfect, always
Made me wanna punch her in her

I I'd go down to the bar
And my sorrows in a beer
But the sign outside 'Closed For Renovations'
'We'll up again next year'...

That bar is an asshole, it's an
Oh, the bar in the land!
Always closing, closing
Can't punch a bar, cause you'll hurt hand
I went home to about my troubles
Sat in my favorite eazy chair
But I couldn't relax from the pain I was
As my began to flair...

My asshole's an asshole, a butthole
to put his asshole-self in check!
Always burning, always
me wanna punch him in his asshole neck

Late one night, lyin' in bed
Mmmm, a realization
Are there really everywhere I look?
Or am I the one to
Maybe I just do not say the I should say
And I don't do the things I
So I took a good, hard at myself in the mirror
And is what I thought...
The guy who sold me this mirror is an asshole, an asshole
Son of a said it was antique
He was lyin', he was
Made me punch him in his salesman cheek

I'm on a real streak
I could open up an asshole
I think this song has its peak
Goodbye, you assholes, see you week!