Luyện nghe bài hát Fishin' Hole

Wanna have quality time with my son
So I brought him down to the fishin'
Didn't like the feelin' of that 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 like no flavors 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 punch him in his little
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 will be okay"

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

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

That bar is an asshole, it's an
Oh, the bar in the land!
Always closing, always
Can't punch a bar, cause hurt your hand
I home to forget about my troubles
Sat down in my favorite chair
But I couldn't relax from the pain I was
As my hemorrhoid 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 assholes I look?
Or am I the one to
Maybe I do not say the things 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 me this mirror is an asshole, he's 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 streak
I could open up an asshole
I think this song has its peak
Goodbye, you assholes, see you week!