Luyện nghe bài hát Hate Your Guts

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

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

I hate your
Oh, I wish you was dead
I hate your
You're damn that's what I said

I your guts
And I that you was dead
dig the holy myself
But I'd rather run ya with my truck instead

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

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

Say I your guts
And I'm wishing you dead
Yeah, I'll be your guts
You're damn right that's I said

I your guts
I'm you was dead
Gonna dig the myself
But I'd rather run ya with my truck instead
And start of engine

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

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

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

got their problems
And I know you sure got yours
But you make livin'
And you make it like a back breakin' chore

I hate your
I that you was dead
I your guts
You got clean idea
You're damn right that's I said

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