Luyện nghe bài hát Hate Your Guts

I got the Monday mornin', oh no
around 9 a.m.
I felt and out, left for dead
without a friend

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

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

I hate your
And I that you was dead
dig the holy myself
But I'd run ya over with my truck instead

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

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

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

I hate guts
I'm you was dead
Gonna dig the hole
But I'd rather run ya over my truck instead
And start of engine

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

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

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

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

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

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