Luyện nghe bài hát Birthday Boy

Which the birthday boy?
She said I ain't got all
What'd your name you?
You can me what you like
Every skinny mystery make it hard somehow
Sit your ass down hot shot
I'll solve right now

You got a girlfriend don't you
Nervous hands lie
Married men don't ask how much, single ain't buying
One day you got everything, next day all broke
Let miss sit up front
Let her wipe nose

Working for the money like you got eight
Flat on your back under a old man
Just happy thoughts and breathing deep
Between mama's drive and daddy's belt
It take smarts to learn to tune out what hurts more than helps

The pretty from the smallest towns
Get remembered storms and droughts
That old men talk for years to come
I guess that's why they give us
So a few old men can say they saw us rain when we young

ones the birthday boy?
She said I got all night
your mama name you?
You can call me you like