Luyện nghe bài hát Hate Your Guts

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

Now how you live yourself
Child, I just know
But as far as I'm concerned I think ya suck
You're and you really blow

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

I hate your
And I wish that you was
Gonna dig the myself
But I'd rather run ya with my truck instead

first name should be ass
Your last name should be
Believe me I say this
See been shit on more than twice

Well, funny how it works
And don't just seems to end
when ya think ya had enough
They'll bend ya over and ya once again

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

I hate guts
I'm wishing you was
dig the hole myself
But I'd rather run ya with my truck instead
And start up engine

What's is mine, what's yours is mine
And the way it's gonna be
If ya got a problem with that ya little
ya come around to me

Now I've been doin' this now for quite a day
rip off your nuts
And shove them your throat
And off on my merry way

hungry and greedy
Oh child, just downright wrong
You see you me off so many times
I just had to write song

got their problems
And darlin', I know you got yours
But you livin' child
Damn you make it seem a back breakin' chore

I hate your
I wish that you was
I hate guts
You got clean idea
You're damn right what I said

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