Luyện nghe bài hát Hate Your Guts

I got the Monday mornin', oh no
Sometime 9 a.m.
I down and out, left for dead
Lost without a

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

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

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

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

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

Say I hate guts
And I'm wishing you dead
Yeah, I'll be your guts
damn right that's what I said

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

mine is mine, what's 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
I'll rip off your
And shove them your throat
And head off on my way

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

got their problems
And don't I you sure got yours
But you make child
And you make it seem a back breakin' chore

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