Luyện nghe bài hát Fishin' Hole

Wanna have quality time with my son
So I brought him to the fishin' hole
Didn't like the of that worm in his hand
Got mad, threw down his 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
Started crying, and ran the street...

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

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

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

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

My an asshole, a real butthole
to put his asshole-self in check!
Always burning, itching
Made me wanna punch him in his neck

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

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