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 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 about us.
We like to hunt and golf on our off,
Scratch, an' spit, an cuss.
It don't matter line we hand you,
When we draggin' in.
We ain't wrong; we sorry,
An' it's gonna happen again.

We watchin' "Steel Magnolias".
We "Rambo" an' "Die Hard 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 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, that's the about guys.
We'd rather guitars and work on cars,
work on the problems in our lives.
An' though we say it to you,
now and then,
We wrong; we ain't sorry,
An' probably gonna happen again.

Well, if you to know what 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 like to hunt and golf an' around, lost,
Scratch, an' spit, an' a whole lot of disgustin' stuff.
It matter what line we hand you,
When we a-crawlin' in.
We wrong; we ain't sorry,
An' it's gonna happen again.

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

You it, son.