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
Youve up believing that this country hates the poor
Youre a dad times over and youre only twenty-four

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

But your dogs, your dogs, fun about 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?

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

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

But thats at night, when Im not really thinking
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 your neck, and that ring your nose?
The weed, the food, the violent pornography
you think youd want to be
Just a little bit more me?