Luyện nghe bài hát The Truth About Men

(Tim Lee/Paul Overstreet)

We like to go out shoppin',
We care 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 look 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 to hunt and golf on our days off,
Scratch, an' spit, an cuss.
It don't matter what we hand you,
When we come in.
We wrong; we ain't sorry,
An' it's probably 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 Depot store.
We don't wanna take you to dinner,
At some restaurant.
The only reason we do is we know it leads to,
The one that we all want.

Well, that's the truth men.
Yeah, that's the about guys.
We'd rather guitars and work on cars,
Than on the problems 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 truth us.
We like to and golf an' drive around, lost,
Scratch, an' spit, an' a lot of other disgustin' stuff.
It don't matter line we hand you,
we come a-crawlin' in.
We ain't we ain't sorry,
An' it's gonna happen again.

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

You it, son.