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, left for
without a friend

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

What's is mine, what's yours is mine
And that's the way gonna be
If ya got a problem with ya little bastard
ya come around to me

Now been doin' 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, just downright wrong
You see you me off so many times
I had to write this song

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

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

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