Luyện nghe bài hát The Truth About Men

(Tim Lee/Paul Overstreet)

We like to go out shoppin',
We don't what's on sale.
We want to sit with a bag full of chips,
the NFL.
When you come at half-time,
An' say: "Does this 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 ain't we ain't sorry,
An' probably gonna happen again.

We hate "Steel Magnolias".
We like "Rambo" an' "Die 4".
Jump up and down fools when we see the new tools,
At the Depot store.
We don't wanna take you to dinner,
At fancy restaurant.
The only we do is 'cause we know it leads to,
The one thing we all want.

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

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

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

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

You it, son.