Luyện nghe bài hát Fishin' Hole

Wanna have some quality time my son
So I brought him down to the fishin'
like the feelin' of that worm in his hand
Got mad, threw down his fishin'

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 wall
Started crying, and ran the street...

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

My lady's an asshole, she's an
Her assholishness is off the
Always perfect, perfect
Made me wanna her in her lady-parts

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

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

My asshole's an asshole, a real
Needs to put his in check!
burning, always itching
Made me wanna punch him in his asshole

Late one night, lyin' in bed
Mmmm, a came
Are there really assholes I look?
Or am I the one to
I just do not say the things I should say
And I don't do the I ought
So I took a good, hard at myself in the mirror
And this is 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
me wanna punch him in his salesman cheek

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