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 to sit with a bag full of chips,
the NFL.
When you come at half-time,
An' say: "Does this fit too tight?"
We look you in the eye with a big fat lie,
An say:"Uh, uh: Looks right."

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

We watchin' "Steel Magnolias".
We like "Rambo" an' "Die 4".
up and down like fools when we see the new tools,
At the Home store.
We don't really take you to dinner,
At fancy restaurant.
The only reason we do is we know it leads to,
The one that we all want.

Well, the truth about men.
Yeah, that's the truth guys.
We'd rather guitars and work on cars,
Than work on the in our lives.
An' though we 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 what all thinkin',
It's too complex.
It's just somethin' 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 line we you,
When we come in.
We ain't wrong; we sorry,
An' it's probably gonna again.

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

You it, son.