Luyện nghe bài hát Hate Your Guts

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

Now how you live with
Child, I just don't
But as far as I'm concerned I think ya suck
You're rotten and you blow

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

I hate your
And I that you was dead
Gonna dig the holy
But I'd rather run ya over my truck instead

Your name should be ass
Your last should be wipe
Believe me I say this
See I've been shit on more twice

Well, it's funny how it
And don't seems to never end
Just when ya ya had enough
They'll ya over and fuck ya once again

Say I hate guts
And I'm you were dead
Yeah, I'll be hating your
damn right that's what I said

I hate your
I'm you was dead
dig the hole myself
But I'd rather run ya over with my instead
And start of that

mine is mine, what's yours is mine
And the way it's gonna be
If ya got a with that ya little bastard
Don't ya around to me

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

Money hungry and
Oh child, you're downright wrong
You see you pissed me off so many
I just had to write this

Everyone's got problems
And I know you sure got yours
But you make child
And you make it seem a back breakin' chore

I hate your
I that you was dead
I hate guts
You ain't got idea
You're right that's what I said

I hate guts
I'm you was dead
I'd dig the hole
But I'd rather run ya over with my truck