Luyện nghe bài hát Hate Your Guts

I got the call Monday mornin', I don't
Sometime 9 a.m.
I felt down and out, for dead
without a friend

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

I hate your
Oh, I wish that you was
I hate guts
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 with my truck instead

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

Well, funny how it works
And don't just to never end
Just ya think ya had enough
They'll bend ya over and fuck ya once

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

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

What's mine is mine, what's yours is
And that's the way it's be
If ya got a problem that ya little 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

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

Everyone's got problems
And darlin', I know you sure got
But you make child
Damn you it seem like a back breakin' chore

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

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