Luyện nghe bài hát Your Dogs

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

The Christians on the radio, they act youre scum
Self-righteous bastards, each and every one
I dont read the but I try to love you, man
Every flaw and act, I think I understand

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

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

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

But thats only at night, 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 through your nose?
The weed, the junk food, the violent
you think youd want to be
Just a little bit more me?