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 a friend

Now how you with yourself
Child, I just don't
But as far as I'm concerned I think ya suck
You're rotten and you blow

I hate your
Oh, I that you was dead
I hate your
You're damn right what I said

I your guts
And I wish you was dead
dig the holy myself
But I'd rather run ya over with my 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 just seems to end
Just when ya ya had enough
They'll bend ya over and fuck ya once

Say I your guts
And I'm you were dead
Yeah, be hating your guts
You're damn right what I said

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

What's mine is mine, what's is mine
And that's the way it's be
If ya got a problem with ya little bastard
ya come around to me

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

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

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

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

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