Luyện nghe bài hát The Truth About Men

(Tim Johnson/Rory Overstreet)

We don't to go out shoppin',
We care what's on sale.
We just to sit with a bag full of chips,
the NFL.
When you over at half-time,
An' say: "Does this fit too tight?"
We look you in the eye with a big fat lie,
An say:"Uh, uh: just right."

Well, that's the about men.
Yeah, the truth about us.
We like to hunt and golf on our off,
Scratch, an' spit, an cuss.
It don't matter line we hand you,
When we draggin' in.
We ain't we ain't sorry,
An' it's probably happen again.

We hate "Steel Magnolias".
We "Rambo" an' "Die Hard 4".
Jump up and down like when we see the new tools,
At the Depot store.
We really wanna take you to dinner,
At some restaurant.
The only reason we do is we know it leads to,
The one thing we all want.

Well, that's the truth men.
Yeah, the truth about guys.
We'd play guitars and work on cars,
Than work on the in our lives.
An' though we say it to you,
now and then,
We ain't wrong; we sorry,
An' it's probably gonna again.

Well, if you want to know we're all thinkin',
nothing too complex.
It's just somethin' for drinkin',
And a lot of s-e......

Yes, the truth about men.
Yeah, that's the about us.
We like to and golf an' drive around, lost,
Scratch, an' spit, an' a lot of other disgustin' stuff.
It don't matter what we hand you,
When we a-crawlin' in.
We ain't wrong; we sorry,
An' it's probably gonna again.

We wrong; we ain't sorry,
An' it's gonna happen;
Sure, it's happen;
You know gonna happen again.
An' the truth about men.

You it, son.