Luyện nghe bài hát Hate Your Guts

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

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

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

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

Your first should be ass
Your last name should be
Believe me when I say
See been shit on more than twice

Well, it's funny how it
And don't seems to never end
Just when ya ya had enough
They'll ya over and fuck ya once again

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

I hate your
I'm you was dead
Gonna dig the hole
But I'd rather run ya over with my truck
And start up engine

What's mine is mine, 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 been doin' this now for quite a many day
I'll rip off your
And shove 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 many
I just had to write song

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

I hate guts
I wish you was dead
I hate guts
You ain't got clean
You're damn right what I said

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