Luyện nghe bài hát The Truth About Men

(Tim Johnson/Rory Overstreet)

We like to go out shoppin',
We don't 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: Looks right."

Well, the truth about men.
Yeah, the truth about us.
We to hunt and golf on our days off,
Scratch, an' spit, an cuss.
It don't what line we hand you,
When we come in.
We ain't we ain't sorry,
An' it's probably gonna again.

We watchin' "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 really take you to dinner,
At fancy restaurant.
The reason we do is 'cause we know it leads to,
The one thing we all want.

Well, the truth about men.
Yeah, that's the truth guys.
We'd rather play guitars and 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 probably happen again.

Well, if you want to know we're all thinkin',
It's too complex.
It's just cold for drinkin',
And a lot of s-e......

Yes, the truth about men.
Yeah, the truth about us.
We to hunt and golf an' drive around, lost,
Scratch, an' spit, an' a whole lot of other 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 gonna happen;
Sure, gonna happen;
You know gonna happen again.
An' that's the truth men.

You it, son.