Luyện nghe bài hát Hate Your Guts

I got the Monday mornin', oh no
Sometime 9 a.m.
I felt down and out, for dead
Lost a friend

Now how you with yourself
Child, I don't know
But as far as I'm concerned I think ya really
You're rotten and you really

I your guts
Oh, I that you was dead
I hate guts
You're damn right that's what I

I hate guts
And I that you was dead
Gonna dig the myself
But I'd rather run ya over with my truck

first name should be ass
Your last name be wipe
Believe me when I say
See I've been shit on more than

Well, it's funny how it
And just seems to never end
Just ya think ya had enough
bend ya over and fuck ya once again

Say I hate guts
And I'm wishing you were
Yeah, I'll be your guts
You're right that's what I said

I hate your
I'm wishing you was
Gonna dig the myself
But I'd rather run ya with my truck instead
And of that engine

What's is mine, what's yours is mine
And that's the way gonna be
If ya got a problem with that ya bastard
Don't ya come to me

Now I've doin' this now for quite a many day
I'll rip off nuts
And shove down your throat
And head off on my way

Money hungry and
Oh child, just downright wrong
You see you me off so many times
I just had to this song

Everyone's got problems
And don't I know you got yours
But you livin' child
And you make it seem a back breakin' chore

I hate guts
I wish that you was
I hate guts
You got clean idea
damn right that's what I said

I hate guts
I'm wishing you was
I'd dig the myself
But I'd rather run ya with my truck instead