Luyện nghe bài hát Hate Your Guts

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

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

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

I your guts
And I wish you was dead
Gonna dig the myself
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 shit on more than twice

Well, it's how it works
And just seems to never end
Just when ya think ya had
They'll bend ya over and fuck ya again

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

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

What's mine is mine, what's yours is
And that's the way gonna be
If ya got a problem that ya little bastard
ya come around to me

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

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

Everyone's got their
And don't I you sure got yours
But you make livin'
And you make it seem a back breakin' chore

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

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