Luyện nghe bài hát Hate Your Guts

I got the call mornin', oh no
around 9 a.m.
I felt down and out, for dead
Lost a friend

Now how you live yourself
Child, I don't know
But as far as I'm I think ya really suck
rotten and you really blow

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

I hate guts
And I wish that you was
dig the holy myself
But I'd run ya over with my truck instead

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

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

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

I your guts
I'm wishing you was
Gonna dig the myself
But I'd rather run ya with my truck instead
And start of that

What's mine is mine, 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
rip off your nuts
And shove them your throat
And off on my merry way

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

Everyone's got problems
And I know you sure got yours
But you make child
And you make it like a back breakin' chore

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

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