Luyện nghe bài hát Your Dogs

I see it all, I get it, I you I do
Your mom out on you when you were only two
grown up believing that this country hates the poor
Youre a dad three times over and youre only

The Christians on the radio, they act like scum
condescending bastards, each and every one
I dont the Bible but I try to love you, man
Every flaw and violent act, I think I

But your dogs, your dogs, fun about those?
And that tat on your neck, and ring through your nose?
The weed, the junk food, the pornography
you think youd want to be
Just a little bit like me?

I still have high hopes you join our community
Theres of us than you now, but wed welcome the diversity
Youre not white trash, like the other say
If you want to stereotyping, join the PTA

At night, when your pit are scaring our children
My wife, Ill be here, wants me to shoot them
And I let my fantasies run

But only at night, when Im not really thinking
And youre listening to Metallica in backyard and drinking
The rest of the time I we get along fine
I judge you, Im a live-and-let-live guy

But your dogs, your dogs, whats fun those?
And that tat on your neck, and that ring through nose?
The weed, the food, the violent pornography
Dont you think want to be
Just a bit more like me?