Luyện nghe bài hát Hate Your Guts

I got the call Monday mornin', I don't
around 9 a.m.
I felt down and out, for dead
Lost a friend

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

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

I your guts
And I that you was dead
dig the hole myself
But I'd rather run ya over with my truck

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

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

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

I hate guts
I'm wishing you was
Gonna dig the hole
But I'd rather run ya with 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 with that ya little bastard
ya come around to me

Now I've been doin' this now for a many day
rip off your nuts
And shove them down your
And head off on my way

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

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

I your guts
I wish you was dead
I hate guts
You got clean idea
You're damn right what I said

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