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 with yourself
Child, I just don't
But as far as I'm concerned I think ya really
rotten and you really blow

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

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

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

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

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

I hate your
I'm you was dead
dig the hole myself
But I'd rather run ya with my truck instead
And start of that

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

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

Money hungry and
Oh child, you're just wrong
You see you me off so many times
I just had to this song

Everyone's got problems
And don't I know you got yours
But you make livin'
And you make it seem like a back chore

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

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