Luyện nghe bài hát Hate Your Guts

I got the call Monday mornin', I know
around 9 a.m.
I felt down and out, left for
Lost without a

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

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

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

Your name should be ass
last name should be wipe
Believe me when I say
See I've been shit on than twice

Well, it's how it works
And don't just seems to 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 dead
Yeah, I'll be hating your
You're damn right what I said

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

What's mine is mine, what's yours is
And the way it's gonna 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
rip off your nuts
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 sure got
But you make livin'
Damn you make it like a back breakin' chore

I hate your
I that you was dead
I hate guts
You ain't got idea
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 with my instead