Luyện nghe bài hát Hate Your Guts

I got the call mornin', oh no
Sometime 9 a.m.
I felt down and out, for dead
without a friend

Now how you live with
Child, I just know
But as far as I'm concerned I think ya really
You're rotten and you blow

I hate your
Oh, I wish that you was
I your guts
You're damn right what I said

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

Your name should be ass
Your last name 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 hate your
And I'm you were dead
Yeah, I'll be your guts
You're right that's what I said

I hate guts
I'm wishing you was
dig the hole myself
But I'd run ya over with my truck instead
And of that engine

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

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

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

Everyone's got problems
And don't I know you sure got
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 ain't got clean
You're right that's what I said

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