Luyện nghe bài hát Fishin' Hole

Wanna have some quality with my son
So I him down to the fishin' hole
Didn't like the of that 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 up upon that 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 wanna 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 talk to him"
"And will be okay"

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

I decided I'd go to the bar
And my sorrows in a beer
But the sign outside said 'Closed For
open 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, you'll hurt your hand
I went home to forget my troubles
Sat down in my favorite chair
But I couldn't relax the pain I was feelin'
As my hemorrhoid to flair...

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

Late one night, lyin' in bed
Mmmm, a realization
Are there really assholes 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, look at myself in the mirror
And is what I thought...
The guy who sold me this mirror is an asshole, he's an
Son of a bitch said it was
He was lyin', he was
Made me punch him in his salesman cheek

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