Luyện nghe bài hát Hate Your Guts

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

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

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

Your first name be ass
Your name should be wipe
Believe me I say this
See I've been shit on more twice

Well, funny how it works
And just seems to never end
Just when ya ya had enough
They'll ya over and fuck ya once again

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

I your guts
I'm you was dead
Gonna dig the myself
But I'd rather run ya with my truck instead
And start of engine

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

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

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

Everyone's got their
And I know you sure got yours
But you livin' child
And you it seem like a back breakin' chore

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

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