Luyện nghe bài hát Hate Your Guts

I got the Monday mornin', I don't know
Sometime 9 a.m.
I felt down and out, left for
Lost without a

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

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

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

Your name should be ass
Your last name should be
me when I say this
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 bend ya over and fuck ya once

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

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

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

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

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

Everyone's got their
And darlin', I you sure got yours
But you make livin'
Damn you make it seem like a back breakin'

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

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