Luyện nghe bài hát The Truth About Men

(Tim Lee/Paul Overstreet)

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

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

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

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

Well, if you to know what we're all thinkin',
It's too complex.
It's somethin' 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 what line we hand you,
we come a-crawlin' in.
We wrong; we ain't sorry,
An' it's probably happen again.

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

You it, son.