Luyện nghe bài hát The Truth About Men

(Tim Lee/Paul Overstreet)

We don't 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 over 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 hunt and on our days off,
Scratch, an' spit, an cuss.
It don't matter what we hand you,
we come 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 fools we see the new tools,
At the Home store.
We don't wanna take you to dinner,
At fancy restaurant.
The only reason we do is 'cause we know it to,
The one that we all want.

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

Well, if you want to what we're all thinkin',
nothing 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 to hunt and golf an' drive around, lost,
Scratch, an' spit, an' a whole lot of 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 ain't wrong; we sorry,
An' it's probably happen;
Sure, gonna happen;
You know gonna happen again.
An' that's the about men.

You it, son.