Luyện nghe bài hát Hate Your Guts

I got the call Monday mornin', I don't
around 9 a.m.
I down and out, left for dead
Lost without a

Now how you live yourself
Child, I just don't
But as far as I'm concerned I think ya really
You're rotten and you really

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

I your guts
And I wish you was dead
Gonna dig the myself
But I'd rather run ya over with my instead

first name should be ass
Your last name be wipe
me when I say this
See I've been shit on than twice

Well, funny how it works
And don't seems to never end
when ya think ya had enough
They'll bend ya and fuck ya once again

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

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

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

Now I've been this now for quite a many day
I'll rip off your
And them down your 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 just had to write this

got their problems
And darlin', I you sure got yours
But you make child
Damn you make it seem like a back chore

I hate guts
I that you was dead
I your guts
You ain't got clean
You're right that's what I said

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