Luyện nghe bài hát The Truth About Men

(Tim Johnson/Rory Overstreet)

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

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

We watchin' "Steel Magnolias".
We "Rambo" an' "Die Hard 4".
Jump up and down like fools we see the new tools,
At the Home store.
We don't really take you to dinner,
At fancy restaurant.
The reason we do is 'cause we know it leads to,
The one that 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 gonna happen again.

Well, if you want to know what all thinkin',
It's too complex.
It's just cold for drinkin',
And a lot of s-e......

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

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

You it, son.