Luyện nghe bài hát Your Dogs

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

The Christians on the radio, they act like scum
Self-righteous condescending bastards, and every one
I read the Bible but I try to love you, man
Every and violent act, I think I understand

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

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

At night, when pit bulls are scaring our children
My wife, Ill be honest here, wants me to them
And sometimes I let my run

But thats only at night, when Im not really
And youre listening to Metallica in your backyard and
The of the time I think we get along fine
I never judge you, Im a guy

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