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 want to sit a bag full of chips,
the NFL.
When you over at half-time,
An' "Does this dress fit too tight?"
We just 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,
we come draggin' in.
We wrong; we ain't sorry,
An' probably gonna 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 Home store.
We don't really wanna you to dinner,
At fancy restaurant.
The only reason we do is 'cause we it leads to,
The one thing we all want.

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

Well, if you want to know we're all thinkin',
It's too complex.
just somethin' 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 lot of other disgustin' stuff.
It don't matter line we hand you,
When we a-crawlin' in.
We wrong; we ain't sorry,
An' it's probably happen again.

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

You it, son.