Luyện nghe bài hát Hate Your Guts

I got the Monday mornin', oh no
around 9 a.m.
I felt down and out, for dead
Lost without a

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

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

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

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

Well, it's how it works
And don't just seems to end
Just ya think ya had enough
They'll ya over and fuck ya once again

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

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

What's mine is mine, what's yours is
And that's the way it's be
If ya got a problem with 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 your throat
And head off on my way

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

got their problems
And don't I know you got yours
But you make child
And you make it like a back breakin' chore

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

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