Luyện nghe bài hát Hate Your Guts

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I hate guts
I'm wishing you was
dig the hole myself
But I'd rather run ya over with my truck
And start of 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 bastard
Don't ya around to me

Now I've been doin' 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 just downright
You see you me off so many times
I had to write this song

got their problems
And don't I know you sure got
But you make livin'
And you make it seem like a breakin' chore

I hate your
I wish that you was
I hate your
You ain't got idea
You're damn right that's what I

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