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 come at half-time,
An' say: "Does dress fit too tight?"
We just look you in the eye 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 on our days off,
Scratch, an' spit, an cuss.
It don't matter what we hand you,
we come draggin' in.
We wrong; we ain't sorry,
An' it's gonna 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 really wanna you to dinner,
At fancy restaurant.
The reason we do is 'cause we know it leads to,
The one that we all want.

Well, that's the about men.
Yeah, that's the truth 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 wrong; we ain't sorry,
An' it's gonna happen again.

Well, if you to know what we're all thinkin',
nothing too complex.
It's somethin' cold for drinkin',
And a lot of s-e......

Yes, that's the truth men.
Yeah, that's the about us.
We like to hunt and golf an' around, lost,
Scratch, an' spit, an' a whole lot of other stuff.
It don't what line we hand you,
When we come in.
We ain't we ain't sorry,
An' it's gonna happen again.

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

You it, son.