Luyện nghe bài hát The Truth About Men

(Tim Johnson/Rory Overstreet)

We don't to go out shoppin',
We don't what's on sale.
We just to sit with 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 truth men.
Yeah, that's the truth us.
We like to and golf on our days off,
Scratch, an' spit, an cuss.
It don't what line we hand you,
we come draggin' in.
We ain't wrong; we sorry,
An' it's gonna happen again.

We watchin' "Steel Magnolias".
We like "Rambo" an' "Die 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 some restaurant.
The reason we do is 'cause we know 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 work on the in our lives.
An' we might say it to you,
now and then,
We ain't we ain't sorry,
An' probably gonna 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 about men.
Yeah, that's the about 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 we hand you,
we come a-crawlin' in.
We wrong; we ain't sorry,
An' it's probably happen again.

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

You it, son.