Luyện nghe bài hát Hate Your Guts

I got the call Monday mornin', I know
around 9 a.m.
I felt and out, left for dead
Lost a friend

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

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

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

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

Well, it's how it works
And don't just to never end
Just when ya ya had enough
They'll bend ya over and ya once again

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

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

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

Now I've been this now for quite a many day
I'll rip off your
And shove them down throat
And off on my merry way

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

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

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

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