Luyện nghe bài hát Fishin' Hole

Wanna have some quality time my son
So I brought him to the fishin' hole
Didn't like the of that worm in his hand
Got mad, threw 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 no flavors up upon that wall
crying, and ran into the street...

He's an asshole, my an asshole
I it just don't float my boat
crying, always crying
Made me punch him in his little throat
Called my lady up to tell her had happened
How our son had run
She said, "Don't worry, baby, I will 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 decided I'd go to the bar
And my sorrows in a beer
But the sign outside said 'Closed For
'We'll open up again year'...

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

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

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

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