Luyện nghe bài hát Hate Your Guts

I got the call 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 ya really suck
You're and you really blow

I hate guts
Oh, I wish you was dead
I your guts
damn right that's what I said

I hate guts
And I wish you was dead
Gonna dig the hole
But I'd rather run ya over with my truck

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

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

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

I hate guts
I'm wishing you was
dig the hole myself
But I'd rather run ya over my truck instead
And start up that

What's is mine, what's yours is mine
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 doin' this now for quite a many day
I'll rip off nuts
And them down your throat
And head off on my way

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

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

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

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