Luyện nghe bài hát Hate Your Guts

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

Now how you live with
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 that you was
I hate your
damn right that's what I said

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

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

Well, it's how it works
And don't just to never end
Just when ya 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 damn right what I said

I hate your
I'm wishing you was
dig the hole myself
But I'd rather run ya over with my truck
And of that engine

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

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

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

Everyone's got problems
And don't I know you sure got
But you make child
And you make it like a back breakin' chore

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

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