Luyện nghe bài hát Hate Your Guts

I got the Monday mornin', I don't know
around 9 a.m.
I felt down and out, left for
Lost without a

Now how you live yourself
Child, I don't know
But as far as I'm concerned I think ya really
You're and you really blow

I hate your
Oh, I that you was dead
I hate guts
You're damn right that's what I

I your guts
And I wish that you was
dig the hole myself
But I'd rather run ya over with my truck

first name should be ass
Your name should be wipe
Believe me I say this
See I've shit on more than twice

Well, it's how it works
And just seems to never end
Just when ya ya had enough
bend ya over and fuck ya once again

Say I hate guts
And I'm wishing you dead
Yeah, I'll be hating guts
You're damn that's what I said

I hate guts
I'm you was dead
Gonna dig the myself
But I'd rather run ya over with my instead
And start up that

What's is mine, what's yours is mine
And that's the way it's be
If ya got a problem that ya little bastard
Don't ya come to me

Now I've been this now for quite a many day
I'll rip off your
And them down your throat
And off on my merry way

Money and greedy
Oh child, just downright wrong
You see you pissed me off so many
I just had to this song

Everyone's got their
And darlin', I you sure got yours
But you livin' child
Damn you make it seem like a back chore

I hate your
I wish that you was
I hate guts
You ain't got idea
You're damn right that's I said

I hate guts
I'm you was dead
I'd dig the hole
But I'd run ya over with my truck instead