Luyện nghe bài hát Hate Your Guts

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

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

I your guts
Oh, I wish you was dead
I your guts
You're damn right what I said

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

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

Well, it's how it works
And don't just seems to end
Just ya think ya had enough
They'll bend ya over and fuck ya again

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

I your guts
I'm you was dead
dig the hole myself
But I'd run ya over 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 with that ya little bastard
ya come around to me

Now I've been doin' now for quite a many day
I'll rip off your
And shove them down your
And off on my merry way

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

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

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

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